Slam Poem-Born on the Fourth

Last night I watched Born on the forth of July and I cried on the inside
Cause I was with all the guys, so we made jokes and tried to buy the lie, buy the lie, buy the lie
But The truth is yesterdays pain isn’t gone today
And as I drove home I passed the park on the beach were all the homeless sleep
Most them broken boys that our government used as soldier toys
Now drinking dollar beers to numb their fears and remain only slightly insane
They went away America’s champions and they came home to be spit upon
An unwanted, misunderstood, abandoned people a visual reminder of our failure
And I can’t help but wonder what’s different today than thirty years ago
Sending boys to a different desert, for reasons most of us don’t know
Fighting battles that we can’t understand cause we’re so comfortable here in our great land


A yellow ribbon doesn’t dismiss the fact that we’re invading a land out of selfishness
And a yellow ribbon on your car doesn’t make up for the boys who will come back scared
And a yellow ribbon on your house won’t help all the innocent Iragi’s that we’ve murdered out

What are we doing, what are we doing, what are we doing
Don’t rinse the blood off your hands, there’s plenty more flowing down from the leaders of this great land
Who are we to think that democracy is something that everyone needs
Don’t buy the lie, don’t buy the lie, don’t buy the lie