it's a poem i wrote many moons ago during the first gulf war, and i was looking at it one night while "spreading my mind" and wrote this creepy sounding ditty. it's patriotic with a hint of arabian sound. it's from an american soldier's perspective
laid back groovy folk tri
walkin through the desert,
with my head in my hands
crossing over countries,
into foreign lands.
Fighting for survival,
for what i believe,
a people to liberate,
their sufferin relieve,
propaganda speadin lies,
all for you to see,
broadcasted to you live,
all on network tv,
like feebleminded drones
glued to their sets.
on the outcome of others,
placin down their bets
and how i yearn, just wanna be
in the land of my home,
and the home of the free
