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Wastelander 2
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Wastelander 2 Stranded in the wastelands. Dust storms torn up car paint forms faint metallic sentinels; Wind blows, windigo's form in my mental Leading me to stare intently through my window Songs on the wind are subliminal I dwell around confidence men and criminals Into what I've seen, what it all means Why I am what I am. What's the training for. Why I disappear when Fall leaves. Secrets in our gov no secrets in love like we think. privacy never existed after coaxial everything surveyed now. it's factual. they know how our think they know which buttons to push to push you to the brink they drive some to drink. they move drugs into a hood and disappear in a blink 3 shots in the dark got in the heart they blame the hoppers and petty dealers then tear the hood apart Many police, many 16-24 year old men missing teeth the police get nervous, knowing they owe money. no Tooth Fairy where I'm from. No smiles, nothing's funny. All part of the hustle. The American shuffle. This: feeding the of prison through the neighborhood muzzle. Europe was cramped. England was<b> damp. </font></b>Same racist faces same attitude stamped. Spain was plain. Really plain...pale...how can I explain? Bullshit was the smell... There was something rotten on the land Something I cant put my finger on or understand We move on to the east...land of dragons, suns, fuck...nope they don't like me. I'm a demon apparently. Until I pulled out cash...now they're readily: "Touch me? Fuck Me?" Now they love me and want to marry me. Be green card carrying-Blasian being native American We went to these places to learn things As far as I'm concerned all we did was burn things All I learned was how to learn to hurt beings It's a blur when I try to recall. speed loading clips in the dark...in a hall. with others, eyes covered, carbon oil has an aroma When it was over it's the end of a coma Now in Afghanistan we're considered "Live" I'm with real men from the wastelands where we thrive All of us want to return to our birthplace Where these new skills could be put to better use in the first place The armed us to the teeth-called us dogs Wild hogs...we regarded ourselves as barbarian gods We feared not the bullets, the rockets, or time. We didn't fear that the earth would explode under us We roamed with careful wanderlust armed with rage, fear...a modern-day blunderbuss Band of Brothers? Or mechanized bandits? Does it matter? We're holding them... Hostage? Over Opium? Fields of it. As far as the eye can see. As far as I can see...this is a drug deal overseas. I'm a highly trained goon. Soon off to the war in Iraq. Them boy's need some backup. Say goodbye to your mistresses, get this shit packed up. We flew to the Ku...wait...we were bait. Drove to Iraq without stopping for three days straight. The land reminded me of the Wastes. The land where I'm from...the feel...and the taste. I rain danced for the sands. They have demands. I knew I would pay my blood One day. After many moons that never set. Blood spilt. Horrors-hanging refusing to forget The blown up buildings...the trash houses and killings. 90 degrees and chilly. Leavened bread is a gift-most of us don't know it. We live in a rift and most of us won't know it. My security clearance revoked. I evoked rage when I spoke. The man in the cage had two days left at the most... He didn't last that long. The man who gave the order made a point. I'm an officer, Put him out like a joint. Sometimes, they still call my phone to say hello. Just to let me know-they never let go... I'm a pitbull in a show. How deep will this rabbit hole go? Disobeying orders will condemn my family and I know. But I need my humanity or else I cant grow. Chains. Invisible but unbreakable as life. I thought of my wife...never again thought twice. I have my life and I no longer sleep. I come to and I'm surprised-I dry my eyes, then I leap.  |
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