Dreaming in Red, White, and Blue

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After the blast, the silence is deafening.

The heat is unbearable. He wipes his brow—

Blood red quiet. He staggers from the twisted metal caging bodies.

Something’s wrong. His leg is dragging. But he’s alive.

You okay? You okay? The wind is concerned.

The crows are waiting. He’s wounded. But he’s alive.

What happened? What happened?

Sand is whispering to him again.

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Papers shuffling. Thirteen were lost.

Numbers added, lives subtracted.

Letters drafted. There are mothers to kill today.

Crying women, upset children.

Mommy stands tall, her eyes wide and blue.

The man stares away, unable to meet her gaze.

He turns. His job done—he starts to walk away.

Sir, says she, I don’t know if you know, but thirteen babies died today.

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On stifling bases, he’s sent to look into twisted faces.

He’s trapped on a merry-go-round gone terribly wrong.

He’s in shock. He’s in horror. They’re so concerned.

Seen too much but hasn’t learned enough.

The men are gone. The men are gone, he shouts.

The nurses come. They take away the voices.

Let me die. Let me die, he begs. The needle goes in.

He’s asleep. Now he can dream in red white and blue.

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Pickets up and posters down. Uncle Sam doesn’t want you.

Speaking out against the murder—our social suicide—our prayers fall on deaf ears.

Have you seen war, we ask. No, no, no…

Have you seen death, we demand. No, no, no…

Then why the hell is Washington

On a crusade against the desert land?

They don’t want to lose. But we’re losing it.

They don’t want to quit. But we’re done fighting it.

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Red for the blood, white for the purity, blue for liberty…

There is no purity in war. There is no liberty in war.

There is only blood. Endless torrents of it.

Every city, every home… we’re covered in it.

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A/N: literally it doesnt make a lot of sense so view it figuritively... thanks for reading. hope it makes you think.