Head shot
Bleeds the forehead of a nation
Whose mother is plunging fingers
Into her belly wrenching out
The womb of disaster
A nation cries tears
Of remembrance for the days
When the sun shone
And when it rained
The rainbow curved across the sky
Casting Gods smile
On green grass
And the children's ribs
Were not corn ridges
A nation sings
Choruses of songs that called
To patriots and fed them
Like bones to a dog
Watched them bleed
As the moon rose
Casting shadows
On the ghosts of our sons
Head shot
A nation looks down at its chest
It is stained red
The color of survival
The color of redemption
The color of a second chance
A nation wraps its daughters
In a garment of promise
Uses its hands to support
Broken boys
The memories of war
We lived to forget
A second chance
A nation
is reborn again.
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