How many times have we won the war already?

Once again
we've won the war,
sterile words
for keeping score.

A crazy man
screaming into the night
running from the fight
while he was young,
but now he calls
on new flowers and leaves
to grab their guns
and come have fun
killing someone
they'll never see.

Moms and dads
wave goodbye
as MAGA cheers
block the sun,
Soldiers strong
breathe a sigh
into this storm
"we've been slung".

Bodies arrive
letters are sent
excuses abound
as to why
they are bent,
burnt ash black and red
white skin dread
absent of sound.

For finally
it is quiet
for the soldier
and his fam,
and the old
orange king
plans his final
GRAND SLAM!

"THE WAR
is now over"
the mad mango yells,
"we've won the war
once again"
the shaking hands
tell.

And again
we win again
victory every
single day,
in the shadows
as generals play
the soldiers die
are left behind
in the streets
in the hospitals
and with grand
memory
we shall forget
once more
even though
the spray-tanned whore sings
we know
they know
that we've not won
anything.