Baby Killer

There were no parades

When Joe came home

They spit on him instead

Baby Killer! Baby Killer!

Shouts Ringing in his ears

Not one pat on the back for Joe

No thank yous for a job well done

Why couldn’t he tune in, turn on, tune out

Burn his card and run away to Canada

A bomb disguised as a child took out his company

He lost his left ear, and gained a purple heart

War bruised his heart to the point of a violet hue

 

 

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