Bradley Manning strung up lamb
eat our young
swear allegiance
to numb as a tank
while the good ol boys
keep the fake peace
we pay for as a nation of sheep
we all were boys who once wept for
wounded birds, i swear we were all once sentient and kind
but after the beatings and drinking and daily lies
not every soldier survives
i did
but i'm still bleeding from every hole
staring at the scales
that weigh to kill or to heal
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