In the gathering distance
Gunfire comes pouring down
Spitfire,
Like rain for bullets falling on somebody
In a real way.
Coming closer now
And I look for the Corpsmen
Knowing no sound as this,
Remembering the echoes in my head,
In my dreams
Where I still hear their screams.
The G_D Damn screams
Of brave boys who cut their teeth
On the thought
Of what one can do for their country
Bleeding all over the place.
And that they did that
Fully well mind you,
With the memory of spit on their faces,
With the memory of being spit on
LIKE I WAS !!!
For a country full of sniveling give-a-bits
Too spineless
To do for themselves.
Spineless and brainwashed
By a bleeding heart media all these years
Chipping away,
Chipping away,
Always chipping away at freedom’s core
Making believe
That the world owes
THEM! A living
As we sink under their weight,
Like the bodies in my dreams sink in the mud
Again and again
Reaching out for me,
Reaching out for someone,
For any one.
Crying out for their mother’s,
Mothers who wouldn’t come
While you * pogy-bait slobber tongued sissies
Gave nothing,
NOTHING!
Thinking we owed you!
But it’s you who owe!
IT’S YOU!!!
It’s always been you!
uTAH jAY
*Pogy-bait= A Marine’s name for candy or sweets.