one i wrote for one of my best friends Josh RIP May17 2007 Qalat, Afghanistan... (its actually one of several)
this is the angry one I wrote in the hospital...
Listen to
Ænema and apply the beat to the poem...
12 men to go to war in dark green berets.
12 men to a give it all away..
12 men to kill, 12 men to die
12 men to save the day when things go awry…
All Alone
We Roam
Too kill
Them
all…
Pull the F**king trigger…
Blow them all away…
Do it all over again for just a little pay…
Climb the mountain high…
Every F**king Day…
In a f**king country were all we do is die..
There…
They wait…
For us…
12 men engage a 40 men crew…
An uphill battle it what did ensue
Killing the enemy is what we do
Rockets and bomb and bullet that flew…
I
...raise…
.....My
Gun…
Locked on….
...Soon
......they
run…
Pull the F**king trigger…
Blow them all away…
Do it all over again for just a little pay…
Climb the mountain high…
Every F**king Day…
In a f**king country were all we do is die..
See the flash, turn your head, 2 bullets fly away..
Hear the scream, you laid em down, its all okay…
Kick the door, kill the man with the AK…
Pin
...Them
.....Down….
Turn
...A
.....Round…
And
Hear the bullets snap and ping and scream by
Raise your rifle, 2 shots, and see them bleed and die.
Pull theF**king pin and throw it at that guy…
Hear the boom, see the dust, and smell him f**king fry…
Two
...More
.....Huts…
To go…
Here
...we
..... F**King, GO!
and
Pull the F**king trigger…
Blow them all away…
Do it all, over again, for just a little pay…
Climb the mountain high…
Every F**king Day…
In a f**king country were all we do is die..
Now the enemy turns and try to flee…
So afraid that they will run into me…
Flanked now they cant get free…
He…
Lifts
The
R… P… G…
and
He Pull the F**king trigger…
Blows us all away…
Trapped he gets hit and will not see another day…
Climb the mountain high…
His last F**king Day…
I look to my right and Josh is on the ground…
Shot in the armpit no bullet to be found…
I look to my side unable to turn around…
The trucks blasting gunfire is my only sound…
I
...Lay
.....Back
Down…
My
...Head
......Begins
to, pound….
Blackness over takes me
And I cannot see
I can barely hear the boys yelling at me
Running to Kabul only 15 miles to go
O
...D
.....A
7th
Group
Hoo f**king RAY
And
Pull the F**king trigger…
Blow them all away…
Do it all, over again, for just a little pay…
Climb the mountain high…
Every F**king Day…
In a f**king country were all we do is die..