War Poetry

Rooster

Haven't found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere
Wife and kids, household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere

Here they come to snuff the Rooster
Yeah here come the Rooster, yeah
You know he is not going to die
No, no, no, you know he isn't going to die

Walking tall machine gun man
They spit on me in my home land
Gloria sent me pictures of my boy
Got my pills against mosquito death
My buddy's breathing his dying breath
Oh God, please won't you help me make it through

By Jerry Cantrell