To wish I wasn't a survivor of modern wars.
To wish I didn't have the scars that disfigure me.
I wish the distortion
The notion
The retribution
To stop living in
Me.
But there is a certain reality
To living freely.
I heard the scream of the trees
As the USA killed them with glee.
I tried to bury my head
I tried to cut off the dead
The fucking demented uniformed delight.
You claim you want a balanced world
A flag unfurled
It resembles the night.
I wish I wasn't a survivor of all the modern wars
I wish I didn't have all the scars that mar me.
I'm the trashed out feed
The one you forever need
To remind you of what you've done.
I'm the emotional creed
I’m the truthful seed
To remind you of what you are.
I wish I wasn't a survivor of your modern war
I wish I wasn't scarred by your disease.
I‘m the emotional creed
The emotional feed
The one that you hate
That you really need need.
Postscript;
I hate being pushed, yet we are pushed.
I hate being blamed, yet we are blamed.
I hate parasites, yet they feed.
Expel the nasty.
Purple Heart s with oak clusters…