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little finger, hefty load - bombs away.. "blow the bridge, but watch the road"... too late. i wonder how small that bus looked, i wonder how big it feels; i wonder how much accountability your conscience steals back from an institution offering absolution to you, their instrument of war - your own no more. he might ride this very bus everyday. war draws nearer, but he must anyway. i wonder how much that ride cost, i wonder why he did board; i wonder what it takes to be a member of this poor and dying population of a starving nation.. her son - this casualty of war - her own no more. kiss the ground, kiss the kids - welcome home never speak of this again, cry alone they honor your sense of duty they shower you with awards applause and medals can't erase your memories of this war imagine always bearing what you've done, it's scary that fire, your passion for this war it burns no more From Letras Mania