Drafted

As I handed down the ballot
I thought to myself if this is my resignation to life
To draft in my body to a coffin for the sake of Justice, Freedom and Peace,
Put my stake in as I rake in the bullet shells
Into Caskets of my fallen brothers and sisters
Bullet filled thoughts as I watch my name turn into a number
Falling down into the small wooden box to form a line
Falling in line on the front lines like a front man for a band
Just screaming my lungs out like a damn hand grenade
Trudging through trenches and ducking in and out of fox holes
I fold letters home hoping to fly safely as
22. caliber messages whizzing past my head
Whispering messages of ideals and business made elsewhere
By penguins in suits and fat gold pigs wrapped in the finest dollar
I walk by priests and sinners holding eulogies at camp
Talking about all sorts of prayers and curses
Speaking of ends and overs
Over and outs, chit chat on the Radio
As I over hear think tanks rolling thunder across no man's lands
Leaving behind thoughts of regret and how to end the war a lot quicker
Trailing behind bodies used for the foundation of an idea
I'm on more for the foundation
Of a unified house of worldly thoughts and shared goals
Just need to get our interests straight
And maybe we can walk out of here with nothing but a hand shake
And a thought of mindful peace.