In Memorial

Lobby my democracy
Pitch it and watch it ground off
Polls say elections is even until they round off
Boots on the ground and bullets fly but what for?
For some lie we rush shores and sons die with the lost cause
Excuse me but the trauma’s finally setting in.
Tears pouring for post mortem brothers in camo skin
Released no debrief just Xanax and these sheets of discharge
Blasts from exhaust pipes and I’m back in the war
With my back to the wall and don’t dare close a door
Trip wire tracing the floor rage breaking out like a claymore
Facing these racists while my homegirls facing these rapists
Commanding officers cover the wrinkles like a facelift
I thought I needed training my education was Basic
But since I got the Boot every thought of serving is hatred
I’m camping the recruiter like maybe I need another tour
New branch and comradery follow me to another war
Ageless nights, my rifle and the objective
Death or victory so there’s no way that I’ll be bested
Salute
my memorial as we lose another brother in arms to the haunting of exactly what in war we do.
And you don’t appreciate the sacrifice…
For every ounce of your Freedom I had to pay the price
Coward Politicians with audacity to gripe
But never offer their children up to sacrifice they life.
Lobby my democracy
Say they do it in memory
Now the highest bidder is telling me where the enemy resides
And face it If I survive then may be I’ll go and hide ‘mongst the civilians enjoying all the rights
I protect with my life on the frontline
In Memorial for my Veterans one time.

Pandora’s Box

Pandora’s Box had a name

X

One eyed monster

Power up your future to play what the world has come ta

Anything you say will be monitored and confronted

Undertones in policy making may get you hunted

Neuronal growth stunted

Spiritual development’s irrelevant as “religion is for the least intelligent”

Propaganda stating belligerent exclamations

Out of context

But these sound bytes’ for shock and awe not for substance

Besides most minds consist of sterner stuff

Punks step up like cloned warriors and burners bust

Bullets touch gracefully upside but look at the upside if you die

Then you may rise as martyr in the after-life.

Hook up a capture card to catch the lie

All in one

Life Death and life again in a black box go get you one

All black everything with a white peephole

That seep souls like vacuums snatching children up out a mothers’ womb

Life Death and life again in a black box with a blinder as a binding covenant

The government will send their Black Ops if you dare see

Freedom outside of these the black spots

Or the order in the heavens so present your back drops

Diagonal to the ground like how most infants crown flesh plated rings of fire when coming out of a mother’s womb.

They lay you flat and bury you inside an earthly tomb.

But who will pray over your funeral?

Pandora’s Box