• A dark wave of dread consumes your soul,
    It makes into a gaping black hole,
    You have no hope you have no chance,
    You only have your shirt and shoes and pants,
    You have no regret and you have no remorse,
    All you have is your brain and brute force,
    You need to be saved and pulled into freedom,
    Grab a gun and bullets 'cause you'll need 'em,
    Mow down the enemy and protect our home,
    Steady hands and expert aim you'll need to hone,
    You watch the jets fly over head,
    And safely sigh 'cause you know the enemy is dead,
    You carry your dead back to the states,
    And because for them these were their fates,
    You drive home with your bag in hand,
    To your house on our great free land,



    -The phantom of poetry