Violence carries the volunteers in on burning wings.
I heard it won't be long before we're sent back home.
Cold bodies covered in warm sweat, home to new holes.
The body count scampers by on the streaming news bulletin.
Oh say can you see though the thick bus bomb smoke?
Retired orthodontists in Florida shake their balding heads,
You know I had a patient whose brother's son died there.
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