Look At All Those Dead Bastards

Black and white each grainy film, death rains down from above. The dance a thirty millimeter has, each day on non combatants. Apache's wearing hoods, the warthogs are for kids the best. We watched as children on the nightly news as Walter Cronkite, I as then knew nothing about collateral murder. I no longer know what a terrorist is. I mean well, we like to think the meaning of it is. Conversations no one had with death if one survived. Do you wish to know or do you not? Why a man who's child some strange man killed, might look at you and crying wish to die. Better thee than me a laughing shaman said.