July 4th

God Bless America
Wincing with every bang, and the lightning rolls like the artillery
Not just a metaphor
Incoming, inbound,
Thoughts racing with the shadows of the hounds of war
A husk, a flailed piece of flesh, a hollow shell of sentient meat
Sleep walking in existence, seeing all of it in third person
There are nothing but nihilists who make it out of the foxholes
incapacity to speak, to love, to have and to hold
The eyes are the window to the soul and I see nothing
nothing
where was god
god was there
haji mufti mullah
We fed the kids candy bars and left a trail of DU
Even my friends died for Allah
Buried in some plot, slayed in some desert
Mothers who will never stop crying
God damn America