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I gave you my body, I swore an oath, and sacrificed years. Now I watch from home while you drop bombs like prayers. And they call that peace?
You lit the sky in Iran like a fucking match,
Then spun it on the news like it ain’t blood and bodies. “Precision strike,” they said—like that erases bones, Like the screams don’t reverberate through satellite drones. I know the smell of death, I wore it on my skin,
Now I watch it on TV, and feel it creep and crawl in again. I see kids in crowds with targets on backs,Every loud noise is a missile attack.You gave me a rifle, then took back my name,Now I wander the streets still wired for shame, can’t tell who the fuck is in front of me, preparing to aim, then take a breath, count to 5, what do you see? What do you hear? Tell me 3 things you can smell, 2 you can feel, and one, you taste, now deep breath, oh, I'm at home. You lace boots with lies and medals with guilt, Then wonder why our veins are lined with silt. I ain’t your hero, I’m the corpse you burned. You taught me to fight, now I just wanna return. Not to war—but to meaning, to truth, to a goddamn breath—But all I see’s your proud flag kissing someone else’s fucking death. You call me unstable? You built me this way— Now I laugh when I shake, ‘cause it’s cheaper than rage.I need you to remember, you trained me to kill, then prayed I’d forget—
Now I grin with the devil… and drag your regrets.
I see kids in sand where schools should be,
Mothers dig graves while you pen to paper policy. You don’t see the cost, we bury it deep, In pills, in rage, in the way we don’t sleep.
You salute the dead, then send more to fall.
Say “support the troops”—but not when we call. You broke us, then blamed us, then left us behind— Now you bomb Iran like it clears your mind?
I didn’t enlist to be your blade,
To make orphans for your pathetic Wall Street boy’s club parade. You weaponized my purpose, twisted my hard earned fucking trust—Now I spit on your oath, and like your body grind it to dust. We bled for a lie.
We grieved for a map.We killed for a flag
that don’t even look back. I ain’t your kid’s hero, I’m the ghost in every gun. I fought for peace—then watched you bitch out and run.
You bomb from thrones, we break from the weight.But I remember every name, every face, every last second of every final fate.
So don’t talk to me about pride or debt—
You made this hell.And I won’t ever forget.
You call it war.I call it worship.But the god you serve?It only feeds on corpses.They clap for my service, then cut my meds,Hang flags in the hallways where we hang by threads. They don’t ever remember our names, until we’re fucking dead. The VA’s full and my hope well has run dry,So if I die here, at least don’t lie.
Don’t play taps at my grave, don’t whisper my name—You lit this fuse,now choke on the flame.
Alpha Team, eyes on objective. P. I. D. confirmed. Standing by to engage. How copy?” Solid copy, Alpha. Engage. Repeat—engage and eliminate. No collateral. Out.”