Ache

Ache

Ache for silence

Were is silence of peace Sunday

There is no silence even in hidden night silence

 We need to be aware of all the sounds

And rains of lies in the air

Silence is like peace is like a faint memory of childhood games

Of war guns and sunken battle ships

Attractive war heroes and raining lies

Attractive toy jet and we wait for that medivac

How long

Pooling blood drying in dirt

How long wait sleep

Piss shit joke jet

And finally medivac

Smoke and joke

Smoke red

Red smoke cut chopping blades or red cross

Ache

Sweet sweet ache for silence not knowing map lost

Black and the luck of ripped threw