My bullets flying,
my enemies dying,
my finger on the trigger,
it doesn't matter if they're bigger,
they fire back,
a bullet finds Mack,
he falls to the ground,
he'll soon be under a burial mound,
what exactally are we fighting for,
I hear politicians lies galore,
are we fighting for justice, for truth,
the reasons are very uncouth,
were we wrongfully decieved,
we weren't very happily recieved,
Mack lies dead behind me,
can't we just leave war be,
or will politicians keep lying,
and innocent men keep dying,
is that what America really is,
are only hope is that it will change with the next generation of kids.
chemistrysucker Community Member 
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