Green On Green | 
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| Parents say good-bye to son.
Family, friends; I've got a gun.
Point it there, shoot it straight.
Trigger squeeze, bullet mates.
Green on green touch of red.
Pistol whips the children fed.
Manboy sent to kill the foe.
Who is the enemy? Who should know?
New friends now in silent rage.
Brothers of this jungle cage.
Vision? Dream? Nightmare scene.
You'll never be where he has been.
Sentenced to the walk of death.
Out on point holding breath.
Listen hard for silent sound.
Hear the sweat drop to the ground.
Screaming enters ringing head.
Look around at brothers dead.
Try and stop flowing life.
Too late now, Satan's knife.
Metal skies rain down fire.
Smell of death always tires.
Dirty sweaty life in field.
Burning misery mind never heals.
Ghost dance in dark of night.
Morning day, different fright.
Three six six killing done.
Give them back their death song gun.
Year is gone, seems like five.
Death to friends, why alive?
Memory sounds of jungle rain.
Forever there, forever pain. | Gregory West
Copyright 1994 |
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