I am the bad taste of war
I am the bad taste of war
that rolls like dead dogs in your mouth,
I am the suffering you choose to forget,
the dead you left behind chasing glory,
the casualties of war that you can accept
in the name of your precious garden.
I am the bad taste of war
you don't want to accept.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2006-09-23 at 23:24
Tags War  Dead  Bad 
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