Is it still raining?

Maybe this morning we can call it our own

Maybe we can crack the last of the snappy, pop, bing-bang.

The thunder claps and makes you think that you should never get outta bed.

Makes you wish you had never been born today.

Just make up your own theme song

And wax patriotic while saluting the flag.

How many died today

Somewhere else, for something that they

Never really believed in, like a "war on terror."

What about the terror they felt as dying?

My war was in Southeast Asia,

So many long years ago,

That I hide all of those memories in a closet

Up on a shelf, when the average age was 19.

And I missed it.

So now the rants, the raves all seem the same

And your temper-tantrums seem so unimportant

Or perhaps self-important.

Rain, rain, go away. Come back again another day,

Before my self-imposed exile and lackluster

Patriotism wears away.

05/24/2007

Author's Note: I rant, I rave.... think of the time I save.

Posted on 05/24/2007
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