Written: 9/6/92
copyright 1992
By: Damien J. Darwick
Title: Innocence Plea

Live and die for your country, that’s what they inbred in your brainwashed mind
War and peace are one in the same, their chains hold you, dotted line signed
Hurry up and wait to die, your ass in Uncle Sam’s purgatorious sling
Hell knows no boundaries in world war conflict, madness is undoubtably king.

Torpedoed by the Japanese sub, blood and life on the line
Ship sinking fast, the salt water gushes over the bow, knowing not what you will find
Eight-hundred eighty-three men washed into the roaring confines of sea
Three-hundred men and a lonely captain left to forget, innocence plea.

Militaristic gods got to put the blame on someone
They ruin one man’s life for the hell of it, under the gun.

Shark infested waters breed the black death of unforgetable, lashing teeth
Bloodshed and hallucinagenic insanity for five days, swimming to mirages within the keep
Soldierd ripped in half, your best friend bobbing lifeless in the blink of an eye
How can the military prove innocence guilty, and stand behind all the lies.

General quartmartial procedings for the captain goes as they had planned
The Hiroshima bomb delivered, all of the U.S. weapons now left unmanned
Busted rank and broken dreams fills his nightmares, no impending solution
Cutweighed, browbeaten, and defeated by the imperialistic government, horrid conclusion.

Militaristic gods got to put the blame on someone
They ruin one man’s life for the hell of it, under the gun.

Flashbacks and ghastly memories of this sea tradgedy would not fade
The captain, in his agony, lived by circumstantial mean the military made
Growing harder each morning to face one more depressed hell-ridden day
Nothing left of a once heroic man, drowning in confusion, what could he do or say?

Bright and early the man walks out on his front porch and draws a breath of fresh air
Lays down on the steps with his military charms in hand, and puts the gun to his ear
Here he lies, hopeless and still since his suicide set him free
A man of honor and dignity, gropes for the justice of innocence plea.

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Damien J. Darwick
Title: Induction
2/12/96

The war is on in our lonely, complicated streets
Drugs run rampant, our children a collective high
Is there an end? How do we begin?
Gangs are children, misdirected born to die
Drugs take over but we don’t register the defeat.

Wandering through life in a drug induced haze
Drugs make life pass you by and you fail
Is there any time? Do we have reason or rhyme?
Lying in a gutter addicted and totally frail
Children robbing and stealing in a drug craze.

Where are the dealers who get our kids hooked?
Drugs make strange bedfellows, infected needles
Is there a point? Do we rid ourselves and anoint?
Our children taken hostage in the midst of drug sales
All together our kids and the parents are crooked.

Vital signs dwindle away on the drug block
Pay the piper scores become certain death
Is there relief? How doe we keep our beliefs?
Watch our children die, take our last breath
Time runs out, our children live by the drug clock.

Businessmen snorting their lives ambitously away
Arreigning their own death sentence they produce
Is there a life? Should we all fly like a kite?
Our lives become little to nothing, support the noose
Time to clean up, the inevitable time is today.

Sucking on addiction the junkie pays for crack
Unable to decipher between right and wrong
Is there somebody? Can’t they see?
Things don’t fix themselves, same old song
Dealers live for the money, serious stash.

Drugs do not solve problems, they create
If we keep moving this way life will cease
Is there a cure? Can we be sure?
Taste the poison and become deceased
Ridden with disease make your own death date.

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