The G’s have spoken,
A truce has been broken,
Now here we are.
Tin Soldiers sent off to war…
The feeling of total defeat,
now lay at our feet,
as we now ponder, giving into wonder,
o what now our fate will meet….
The smell of gas,
that always last. still lingers in the air
it burns your nose,
gets in your clothes,
a scent harsh to bare….
Shattered glass,
broken in rash,
all did in haste,
once again a tribute to this
unthinkable waste…
Looking through the bars,
you’ll see the scars,
of all the Tin Soldiers that fell*
Only relief is a string belief,
No longer will they occupy their cells*….
Foolish moves
Many following a G’s orders,
Tin Soldiers, used as boulders,
Sent blindly into slaughters
All for a political scam,
Those G’s didn’t give a damn,
Simply trying to control the power
of the day, while on the floor,
Tin Soldiers lay….
Now she shanks have all been discarded,
Kits and notes gone down the toilet
Minds in total wonder,
As we think of lies we should ponder.
Some is the desire to Kill,
Wondering how we can now make a deal..
Minds in total dismay
Realizing Tim Soldiers don’t
just walk away….
BY Carl Perryman #AP9210
California Medical Facility Vacaville
P.O. Box 2000
Vacaville, CA 95695-2000
“64% of California’s jail population is awaiting trial or sentencing as of December 2016.” Most remain in pretrial custody because they cannot afford bail. Jail Profile Survey, http://www.bscc.ca.gov/