With These Hands We laughed about the notion Of me checking her breasts For signs of darkness I prepared myself for the work ahead She smiled when I said A strip search is necessary
The Things You Do I once worked in a rope factory my job was to join a length of rope together. I was just trying to make ends meet I got the job by pulling some strings
Afghanistan We are not soldiers in name alone We are not made of steel We are not pins on a military map And the bullets are as real As the blood we lose