while waking up early morning maybe oh five hundred hours do you think of the possibilities? that one day you may have someone trapped in between crosshairs waiting to (send them to hell, that's what you're taught) pull, send a clap that collapses a father/ a mother/ maybe a little boy age 12/ into the hands of a grave that has made your bed too? while waking up in the morning slave to ignorance bastard son to patriotism (if sam is your uncle who's your father?) do you think that on that day you can be placed on a geographical chessboard to serve as a pawn for another man's sick game? do you KNOW what you're fighting for or being fueled by what you're TOLD hearsay has killed many men and women while waking up in the morning in the middle of the night shaking/sweating/ still hearing bullets whizzing by your future/ bombs blasting away at your sanity nightmares that rape you nightly and no one can stop the violation/ is it all worth it in the morning? (c)2003 blakverb "to be con't"