Peace, Deuce. One.

Purple Heart

His letters were always received

With tears and fragile hearts

Too tender to bear news of bearing arms

Arms stretched out on enemy’s soil

Toiled, recoiled only when it’s too late

Now it’s over, no more shoulders

So who’s to hold her up when he’s gone

She’s numb to pretenses of expresses

She remembers his caresses

But he used to caress an AK-47

Like his baby back home

Now he’s unknown to memories of blind beholders

Who behold him as a hero

Zeroes in on captives, because his mind was inactive

Reactive to a bullets cry

So his revolver resolved problems by answering with wet blood

That drips down from the rivers bed to the killers head

So he thinks he’s ahead

Knowing not that he’s a head

In someone’s target

And now it’s too late to market

Too late to go shopping for freedom

Because he died fighting for symptoms

That made the gratis crave this thing we call power

Their hearts are as cold as showers because when it reigns

We are the AMERICANS that can’t hide from the drizzle

Missiles that kill soldiers with a heart that’s not purple

But hearts that are colored red like the blood that bleeds on the flag

So when will we stop wearing purple hearts

And start caring about crumpled parts

Let’s fix the broken pieces and complete this piece of Peace