Show and Tell in America
I didn’t expect anyone to believe me
so I kept lying about how many
men I had killed in the desert
My hands were as steady as my
steely eyes as I pretended
to be discharging my sidearm at some
goon I called Grover
When the bullets ran out I hunched
down and quickly reloaded
I could tell some of the kids
were disinterested but most
were raising their hands enthusiastically
pelting me with naive questions
as I was hauled away like some
common criminal void of any rights
december two thousand fourteen
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The truth of killing is a burden indeed… and coming back is never a victory..
never is there victory in killing….