Ernie Smiling Hawk


I sit in the jungle under triple canopy
While high above birds sing merrily

In this jungle are other young men like me
Young men who are now my enemy

Soon we will face off, we will fight, bleed, and some will die
Do any of us really know why

Why young men with spirits filled with life
Must face each other in such horrendous strife

In order for one to live, another must die
I fall to my knees and ask God WHY?

I sit in the jungle with Bible in hand
Trying desperately to understand

I read a verse that speaks of a great whore
I know her well,
But I call her,