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Tell It to the Soldiers September 3, 2006

Posted by dr. gonzo in Writing.
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“Now we’ll say it’s in God’s hands
But God doesn’t always have the best goddamn plans, does he?”

-Wolf Parade

Tell it to the soldiers
The one’s you call heroes
Flag draped and
Still
Drive on
To the market (a quarter mile away)
And tell it to the soldiers
With care packages
And shaving kits
They certainly won’t mind
And fear on
That which is unseen
That which is so ambiguous
And tell it to the soldiers
Covered in mud and sand and flesh
Doused in sin and incongruent thoughts
So drive on
To your class (a quarter mile away)
Haul ass through your town
In that chrome plated SUV
Buy a bunch of plastic
And magnetic yellow ribbons
Then tell that to the soldiers
The ones left laying
In pools of their own blood
The ones that won’t
Ever be coming home
From Haditha or Tikrit
From Operation Condor
Or from the desert’s solemn heat
Buy yourself some flags
Some decals
And some shit
Make sure it’s wrapped in plastic
And carried in a sack
Drive on
To your home (a quarter mile away)
In that chrome plated Chevy
And when you tell it to the soldiers
Maybe you can ask
That they tell it to the youngest
The ones they left behind
With their last dying breath
Or to the ones have died
So tell it to the soldiers
I am certain they won’t mind.

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