American Sons

American sons for enemy blood,
TVs and hand-grenades, coffee and guns;
Coins show our greedy eyes, blinded by mud,
The horrors of war mistaken for love.
Trust may be bought and is easily sold
Like innocent men sent into the hole.

by Garret Woo

1/14/2019

Midnight Memory

Secret dreams, blood ravines,
All of a midnight memory.
Nothing was as it seemed,
In my drunken revelry.
I dreamed of a god
and a pauper, too.
I shaped the world
And begged for food.
Yet, in all this I could not find
Neither love, nor faith nor peace of mind.
Instead, I drifted further from
My body, oh, so fine and young;
I choked upon the watery abyss,
and lost myself in drunkenness.

by Garret Woo

c. 2004

Men of Honor

Men of honor shed blood of iron,
They sacrifice all for their will.
Men in the sun, its only begun
To shed its light for thee.
Now is the time, oh brothers of mine,
To shed your blood with me.
Let us fight, let us die, let us conquer,
But may we lie in the glorious halls of heaven,
Forever remembered by those who knew,
And those who still savor life,
Engraved in stone, our names forever,
On the glorious Wall of Sacrifice.

by Garret Woo

c. 2004

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