Duty Calls.

mission report, i've been building a tunnel,
the fires are home and the hearts do lie open.
another half of my brain, is wishing to death,
the opening lines, of the soldier's last breath.

well dust will dance, at every idea,
the sattelite plan, for the belated freedom.

empty eyes, please state your plan,
and fall again, a broken man.
I've heard you crying through those nights,
it seems we all are full of fright.

bandage bound, and on your back,
the fight for peace, a pile of crap.

Tear stained face, she kissed his grave,
and for the wars, expressed her hate.
Stares from the window, everyday,
to watch the soldiers walk away.

oh, please, some other day.