What the fuck is this?

I pick smoke butt up from floor

Turns out it’s bird shit

All around the world

People watch the boy suffer

Yet no one helps him

Why should I fear death?

It is only part of life

Please don’t cry for me

She stands at alter

Looking ever so lovely

He is not the groom

Stop me if you can

Your army cannot harm me

Might as well give up

I just turned eighteen

But I lived in the U.S.

Still no booze for me…

It is 3 a.m.

I am still awake in bed

she's still in my mind

She waits patiently

For her husband to return

War has killed her soul

I sit there in vain

Pushed so hard but nothing comes

Damn those M.R.E.

She sleeps next to me

Her long dark hair soft as silk

I feel so lucky