It starts before the angry dawn
Clasped in olive drab clad hands
Prayers sung in country psalms
In manmade madman dawns
Lit by war fire skies
Steel peels back mankind
Whistling of spiral bombs
Singing death drop songs
Warriors invade foreign space
In war they find regretful grace
The killing in first degree disgrace
Till hunger becomes their new taste
At sunset the flags come out
Victories leave their mouths
But innocents as it’s laid out
Find the victors’ eyes fall out
The waves recede back home
The night finds dreadful bones
The fight now soaks their moans
God and country no longer sown
So they wait for seas to subside
But seas scream and tide is high
The pain gains in bloodshot eyes
Women and children, wartime cries
Doctors of soothing soon begin losing
Family and friends can’t find the time
All alone a new warrior begins seething
Psychologically they’ve stop their breathing
But clean dawns will come with time
Though reason may never find its rhyme
Some take to the darker red wine
Few will escape their wartime crimes
It starts before the angry dawn
New warriors in olive drab hands
Rise up for their patriotic song
If only they could hear the old Uncle Sam’s
And again the waves begin their receding!
