When The Knives In Your Back Get Too Heavy


Your hand went over your heart during anthems.

You marched everywhere you went.

Our rules twisted with twisty beer caps.

Your rules would not be bent.

You toed the straight line, the tough and the narrow.

Corruption splashed over you but you didn’t care oh,

You saw it and nod to it, you stepped away.

But tell me man, honestly, how did that pay?

Did they berate you, dismiss you and hang you to dry?

Did those bastards way-lay you and spit in your eye?

Did they promise the right thing then secretly lie?

So now you, you soldier.

You citizen, you.

Now that they’ve used you

What will your heart hand do?



(Photo credit FRANCK FIFE/AFP/Getty Images)





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