The red white and blue

"It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they
kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets."- Voltaire

You hear the lord calling
And you feel you heart turn cold
Your ears explode with sirens
That remind you, you aint home

You drape your body with cammies
And hold your rifle close
Praying to Virgin Mary
To protect your youngen soul

The drive to the battlefield
You see your life rush by
Will you see tomorrow?
Or will this be goodbye

Your body is quivering
Your mind asking: is it too soon?
Months of training put into action
Protecting the red white and blue

The rest of the day you’re numb
Feelings? What are those?
You see it with your eyes
Life just comes and goes

You see a lot of red
Splatter against the walls
Gush out of bodies
Limp as lifeless souls

You see a lot of blues
Not in the skies or the 7 seas
But in the faces of those
Who lost all their beliefs

You see a lot of white
Wrapped around the limbs
Of those holding on to dear life
Praying Jesus, forgive my sins

You will see the stars
And also the stripes
When your bloodshot eyes
Can’t sleep at night

You will not feel the glory
Nor feel the pride
When you come home
And your brothers
Not by your side

We owe all this
To the red white and blue
The land of brave
And home of the fools.