Again, again, let me deliver the proper dose
So your bodies fling themselves, free of inhibition,
Into the gaps we do not see fit to seal
With deeds of peace, allowing swords
To try to be trowels, bullets as bricks.
Again, again, until your bodies begin to bloat,
The better to block this hole, the best
Way for society to see you off, setting
Us free to pin the signs of valour
Onto our sons, the ones whose words
Last hit your ears before screams
Tried to suture wounds not meant to scar.
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