A soldiers eye rests behind a barrel
It skims the dessert’s horizon
Bouncing black dot to black dot
Deep breath, squinted eye, shaken hands
Anticipate the shot
Handed a gun through the cradle
Just cock, aim and shoot at the red, white, and blue
Strap dynamite sticks to your chest
Or slap plastic under a truck is what they do
But we are only trying to help you
We are sorry for what we’re about to do
The silver pounces from the barrel
A black dot explodes to red before the blast is heard
And a child’s body collapses limp under his strapped gun
Hesitation kills
Too bad our bald eagle can’t see their pride
Just a couple more sweaty shots
And that oil will be mine
So sad it’s all for Bush’s dime
Timmy Tubbs
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