Various Poems

9. volume_44

One foot is six feet underground and one is earthbound
The accustomed gunshots can lead you to a box that is safe and sound
"Fire in the hole" that's what you shout
To the cemetery, that's your route
"Such a good soldier" that's what they mouth
Your bravery has no greater amount
The inevitable result has come out
So this is what they're gossiping about.

Flag on a coffin like a pallet
Comrades lifting your casket
Thousands of bullets
Fortune of death like Russian Roulette.

I wanna fight, I wanna shoot, I wanna do things I shouldn't do
All of the suffering sounds like bleeding, I guess I want that too
Going back from the start, even if I knew it's gonna stab me in the heart
I'm alive but it feels like dying, you're dead but in my head you're living.

Amok gunfight, the constitution can't find a way to hide the truth
Crass baksheesh, sugarcoat the lies 'til it hurts my sweet tooth
Gritty me, hoped to die, lived a lie, became a lookalike
Seeker of revenge, your death is what I've come to avenge.

Page 44, became like you and the camouflage uniform that you wore
Chapter 44, the upshot is still the same and the horns just roared
SAF 44, there's no massacre that isn't an eye sore
Volume 44, the part of history that has been forgotten and torn.