Inspired by a song from Fiver Finger Punch
Dancing eyes, shining and bright
Heed drum beats call and be our might
Run fast and sure and strive to learn
Be forged a weapon, ‘gainst evil to turn
A world far from home to fight the good fight
So we may stand proudly in our might
Twas dark, heinous deeds needed doing
For the battle ahead was his humanity’s undoing
We taught him well how to deal death
‘Pon far foreign soil, baptized in bloodbath
Look away, look away…
Turn a blind eye…
Don’t remind us of the monstrous deeds needed
Don’t make us thankful the call you heeded
Homeward bound now the battle is done
Invisible stains…what victory won?
He fought, yet he lived to come home
An uncomfortable reflection so loathsome
Dead heroes came home to honor and mourn
Warriors return without fanfare’s horn
No shining bright and dancing eyes
In his countenance now only sadness lies
Haunted now in his deepest soul
Betrayed by what patriots still extol
Look away, look away…
Turn a blind eye…
Don’t remind us of the monstrous deeds needed
Don’t make us thankful the call you heeded
Turn aside, refuse to see
There he sits, lost… lost in the lee
We sent him on to man-made hell
Praised him for monstrous death done well
Turn now from his ravaged visage
Don’t look upon that morbid grimace
The deed has been done and forgotten
Don’t remind us what the patriot’s begotten
We sent him on, made him the warrior
To stride the chasm, to stand the furor
Look away, look away…
Turn a blind eye…
Don’t remind us of the monstrous deeds needed
Don’t make us thankful the call you heeded
Stood strong, stood tall, fought the battle
Watched compatriots fall, heard their death rattle
He broke down the door, meted out terror
Became in our name the dark horror
Looked the enemy in the eye and gave them death
Watched them fall, take their last breath
He believed in the right of our glorious cause
And we scarce knew a moment’s pause
He walked as darkness in a human shell
The wrong side of heaven, the righteous side of hell
Look away, look away…
Turn a blind eye…
Don’t remind us of the monstrous deeds needed
Don’t make us thankful the call you heeded
by D. Denise Dianaty
© 07 September 2015
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