
To lie down and cry
Would be to admit defeat
For a man
A soldier
Etching in his yellow notebook
The war rages on out there
A sky full of bullets and smoke
Howls of the innocents
Where are the government men?
Who shout the war cry loudest
Where are their guns and blood?
Where are their nights in a hole beneath the skies like July?
Where are they when American hometowns die?
In the house with a dog whistle and a drink



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