Blackbird Raum
Still Sick (Years After the Draft)
On the catapult you're still alive, the tar rests deeper insideA gift, a wound that's wrapped and proudthe highlight of your tourThe end came quickly with warwe're left with billions of open soreslimbs gone, infections, addictions, injectionsmade babies born blind and weakMelting in the sweat of agent orange every daythe hook is horse and threats, now being sentenced to a fieldand short were the changes in airlike stacks that are rising through cases of stairsThe lights in the city reflect on the levyphrased illness you know once againAnd the guards were yelling our namesAs we pushed their hands awayWe're cowards, we're dead if we don'tKill the ones maintaining the waste
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