Afghanistan

It's all good to ryhme,
at the drop of a dime,
lacking time to prepare,
instantaneously aware.

Yet will they see the real you,
wading past waves of blue,
fighting the pain,
pardonned criminally insane.

Doesn't big brother see,
they created travisty,
the waking horror war brings,
blood cries and it sings.

What happened to being free,
just let them be,
holding up the stripes and the stars,
warriors dying from bombed cars.

We'll never forget,
though we may still regret,
choices in life,
daily struggle and strife.

I'll pray from afar,
Lift my drink in a bar,
hope for the best,
Yet my brother takes one in the chest.

Fair is an illusion,
so is this intrusion,
we'll have to see it through,
History proves this isn't new.