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Cryptic Slaughter

American Heroes

Today’s heroes are a dime a dozen

Too many to even name

Americans killed by human error

Made that way in political games

The shuttle pilots, mistaken death

They’re made heroes, I ask why?

What about the ones before them?

Do they also have to die?

Are those your heroes?

Well, they’re not mine

We are the future heroes

Must we also die?

How about the everyday people?

Working hard, the unrecognized

Are they not the true heroes?

Or just boring ordinary lives?

You proclaimed these so-called heroes

To cover your own mistake

Mislead the people to believe

They died for their country’s sake