THE WAR AT HOME
Oh my brothers
crowned in blood
and swept into the raging
river
of remembrance...!
Let the Earth that felt your gunfire,
your rage,
your fear... and your tears, wash upon you
and bring you home.
How can we be back
from a place where none return
... without dying?
Where are we?
Where the Hell... are we?
I have lost the keys
to the door.
Lost the keys to the car.
I am here
and always
there.
(Here's the keys... Bro!
You drive!)
Don't worry 'bout me.
I'm not supposed to kill myself.
I just play games
with words.