Crazy Horse One Eight

The Bradley driver laughed

"I think I just ran over a body."

The military lexicon failed and the man

Stuttered...as he struggled to find a word to abstract

Wounded...kids. 
"They should've known better than to bring 
Kids to a battle zone."

There was a man sitting bleeding, convulsing on the sidewalk,

The good Samaritan pulls up to help,

The Apache opens fire and kills them all.

Except for the two kids.

There were men with guns;

I suppose I'd have a gun,

If there was a war in my neighborhood.

Second amendment rights.

Two men with AK-47s,

Two men with cameras.

One black and white camera on the gunsight.

In Call of Duty, the deaths seem more real.

Trigger-snappy received permission to fire from a

Distracted deskman.

A debate on whether to take the bloody children

Back to base. 
And if they heal them?  What then?  And if they

Return them maimed?

The man on a mustang,

A painted lightning bolt on the cheek,

The stripes on a uniform,

Chopping hoofbeats, buzzing flies droning overhead

A bayonet at least, has to touch you have to let it twist in guts.

A bayonet in the back.

The man who valiantly
Defended his homeland,

A scar on his face,

For love.

A Bradley driven by reservations, conscience…
136 years?

Casual.  Professional.  Boys playing with helicopters, repeating rifles and

Code words, no brash Colonel Custers,

Just a couple reporters and their trusty sidearms,

Lenses at the other end of a crosshairs.
Any male over 18 dead "an enemy combatant"

Civil.  Civilian.  Civilizations.

The Bradley driver laughed

"I think I just ran over a body."

This poem was written in response to the following video.  Contains disturbing real life images of "war."  Viewer discretion is advised
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=5rXPrfnU3G0#at=865