Chilling Intent

#577

If I could control what my brain remembers
I'd choose to remember all the Decembers
All the Christmas mornings and happy times
Something nice to write in my healing rhymes
Of course I'm just assuming there was joy
I can't remember the holiday, or a special toy
My few memories of childhood are mostly sad
From base to base moving to losing my dad
My father was a good soldier, loyal and true
He died fighting for the red, white and blue
In my golden years I still don't know what for
I don't reckon it matters to anyone anymore
The industrial war complex made quite a killing
Pun intended even though the intent is chilling
I'm not a fan of America's penchant for war
It killed my father; they can't even that score
rksmith
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