When Tears Dry Up
I sit under this bullet-riddled tree,
Downing a bottle of Hennessy,
Squeezing tears down my muddy cheek,
My eyes dance with fatigue and sleeplessness
And a miserable cigarette clipped between my lips
Burns uncontrollably as the smoke
Wafts into the blood stained horizon.
I recite the pledge of Allegiance
As I gurgle ferociously a mouthful,
Of the Devil's water....
All we were to ld was to fight,
To fight the enemy of the fatherland
And we fought like an opiated pack of wolves
One after the other we were felled
Plastered in pool of calcified blood.
Now I stand gazing at your crudely engraved epitaph
The war songs reverberating in my ears
I lift up my bottle in your honor.
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