NIGYL - WAR IN MY HAD

Mother in the line with a plastic bag,
All she got left in the world that flag.
Brother in boots since he turned 18,
Came back home but he don't feel clean.
Face sign change while the sirens ring,
Turned our pain into a talking thing.
Strong response makes us fight that spin,
Hard to breathe in the smoke of that grin.
War on the screen, war in my head,
Scroll past the names of the wounded and dead.
They talk big words, I just see red,