Underground_Network
August 9th, 2009, 03:06 PM
Inspired by a song I wrote a long while ago...
I Forgot That Tragedy Was a Claim of Innocence in a War That Nobody Won
I have a lapse in memory
Just after a battle
Where one hundred thousand men
Fully clad in camouflaged armor
Carrying rifles, machine guns, and grenade launchers,
Turned from a sea of angst-worn faces
To a sea of red.
An ocean also known as a massacre,
Some would call it a tragedy,
A battle where too many men lost their lives
For no good reason at all,
Occurred on that hill,
That I can't quite remember the name of.
And that man beside me,
Who had been my best friend since the second grade,
I can't remember his name either.
It all went black, the second I heard the explosions and the gunfire.
I fell back and I collapsed.
When I awoke my rifle was gone,
And a spattering of dirt and some thick red liquid
Was spread across my face.
I saw a man with his hand missing
And his eyes rolled up into the back of his head to my left,
And then I saw another man with no head at all,
Just a torso with all four limbs barely attached,
To my right.
I got up and looked at the sun, the hot, blazing sun,
And I pondered what had occurred.
I remembered being told to march out onto some hill
And kill a bunch of bastards who'd done something wrong,
But I still can't remember why I was out on that hill,
Why all my comrades were dead,
And who the fucking enemy was.
I've forgotten everything.
The reason for war.
The reason for death.
The reason for tragedy,
A claim of innocence
In a war (one million wars)
That nobody won (and will ever win).
I Forgot That Tragedy Was a Claim of Innocence in a War That Nobody Won
I have a lapse in memory
Just after a battle
Where one hundred thousand men
Fully clad in camouflaged armor
Carrying rifles, machine guns, and grenade launchers,
Turned from a sea of angst-worn faces
To a sea of red.
An ocean also known as a massacre,
Some would call it a tragedy,
A battle where too many men lost their lives
For no good reason at all,
Occurred on that hill,
That I can't quite remember the name of.
And that man beside me,
Who had been my best friend since the second grade,
I can't remember his name either.
It all went black, the second I heard the explosions and the gunfire.
I fell back and I collapsed.
When I awoke my rifle was gone,
And a spattering of dirt and some thick red liquid
Was spread across my face.
I saw a man with his hand missing
And his eyes rolled up into the back of his head to my left,
And then I saw another man with no head at all,
Just a torso with all four limbs barely attached,
To my right.
I got up and looked at the sun, the hot, blazing sun,
And I pondered what had occurred.
I remembered being told to march out onto some hill
And kill a bunch of bastards who'd done something wrong,
But I still can't remember why I was out on that hill,
Why all my comrades were dead,
And who the fucking enemy was.
I've forgotten everything.
The reason for war.
The reason for death.
The reason for tragedy,
A claim of innocence
In a war (one million wars)
That nobody won (and will ever win).