Casualties of Cause:
I could hear that jingle again,
The delicate tingles and rings of
A rhyme and tune
And though the bell beckoned me
To embrace the bullets,
I gave not into cowardice and pride.
And I died.
Do dogs run toward a reddening horizon.
Do iron bars define where our home rests.
Do we have to kill to bring peace.
We are soldiers who have killed our fair share,
And we are finished.
There's no reason not to swim,
And there's certainly no reason to stay.
Nothing but the reflections of
White over grey;
Nothing but the black sand on which we stand;
After all, everything is the same as it was