When he was sent off to a country 

One that fought for its right to exist 

Fought for it’s rights to their virescent thickets, freezing peaks, and rushing rivers 

Fought for their culture

Fought for their differing beliefs, the worst offense of all

Just like your own in a nation that fought to shame you

Degrade you for simply being a darker man

Seen lower than a rat feasting on the rich’s dinner

Just a warm body to throw into an entrenchment and see what happens

Even though the most he’s ever hurt a living being

Was an accidental pinch on a cow’s utter

How do you tell someone

That he shares the same ideas

Same concepts

Same beliefs

That he fought against for his own country’s conquest

For the chance to even see it again 

Even though he found some form of peace in it

They deemed him unworthy of existence

Agreeing with the country they fought just 3 decades prior having the same opinion

Of him being scum just for his color

They guaranteed him excursions to places he’s never seen

Promises of tropics that they one day hope to take over

In the name of profit

Liberties 

All he needed to do was just another round

A few more months

In a nation where you’re losing it all

But they swear up and down

They’ll win the war

They’ve only lost the battle 

There’s hope to win this

On the promise of liberty

Just one more round

A few more months 

You’ll get the trip there

Instead of waiting for them

I’ll take you there instead

To the House of sopranos

Gritty beaches, cooling waves, wavering palms

So that you don’t have to keep on waiting on a getaway 

That you know they’ll never give you