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i kill
but id rather hike in small places
away from expanses
or sniper embraces
yet still
i crave the open plain
and vacant glances

i hide
in human camouflage
moving like a lizard from a rock
through their barrage
i tried
to lay out those i killed
and soothe them with small talk

My head is a box of pain
And I fall
Into the ranks of the insane

i hate
this uniform and everything
for which it stands
i wait
for a clean shot
into the heart
of the officer in command

when they hang me for treason
high above my moral ground
i will not give my reason
i will die, hanging proud
above all their carnage i will swing
in the breeze
while they fall to their knees
becoming one with the region

i shake the devil from my brain
and escape
from the ranks of the insane

i hike
through these small places
away from expansions
and sniper embraces
i have killed
but will kill no more
fly away, fly away
fly away from these wars

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from The American Rescue Plan, released July 27, 2023
WRITTEN AND PERFORMED BY BILL WHITE

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