the fog of war spread on Robert's face
it wiped his smile away
he said he had a better plan
he'd try it out someday
meanwhile men were dying fast
on patrol or in their base
they often died for nothing
it spread on Robert's face
he counseled Mr. President
and showed him progress, too
with numbers and amazing charts
inside the White House zoo
meanwhile things were going wrong
men dying without a trace
just sickening little smears of blood
it spread on Robert's face
he thought he had the answers
his data showed the score
as soldiers kept on fighting
an Asian civil war
the suits he wore were useless
no victories came with a tie
he counseled Mr. President
and formed another lie
meanwhile years were passing
explosions came and went
more lights were seen in tunnels
more thousands of soldiers sent
the fog of war was vicious
it set a furious pace
and when it wanted victims
it spread on Robert's face
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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