Wearing the uniform of an American soldier
he hoists his gun up on his right shoulder

His demons are screaming inside of his head
his breathing is shallow
they might possibly win

His mind is dark
and filled with pain
his vision is blurry
his heart rate too slow
the Iranian mother begs to be let go

He was terrified of the dark
so the darkness he became
was scared of his own demons
so he learned them all by name

His eyes brim with madness
he’s filled with such sadness
all he can think of is violence
he’s screaming in the silence

There are scars on his body
and scars on his soul
this terrible war
has finally taken its toll.

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