NAMES ON THE WALL
By Buckshot
Engraved in marble, name by name
a testament to Johnson’s shame.
The inept men on the senate floor
would not allow us to win the war.
Our blood we spilled on foreign shores
To satisfy their corporate whores.
They made the bombs our pilots dropped
prolonging a war that should have stopped.
We cannot change the wars of past,
once that deadly die is cast,
but we’ll never forget how they stood tall,
our kindred souls upon the wall.
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