I heard the words today
Fell to my knees and prayed
Say it isnt true
Tell me his blood wasnt shed
Please lord tell me it was him
He was to young
To much life to live
He didnt have a choice
His name simply came on the list
He joined the Army proud
Before this ever began
Yet now tears fall
Into nothing but disspair
Closing and blinking my eyes
Telling me it isnt true
He loved his country
Gave his all for the
Red white and blue,
But blue blood runs red
On the white desert sand
Oil spills over my rage
As I think of bombing
The target of my rage
Yet simply I will write
A letter each day
A picture enclosed
To the man that sent him to die
I will ask him why
His children arnt over there fighting
For his black gold
Why he sends us to do his bidding
But with the loss of him
I will fight for the day
That no one else has to face
What I did this day
~Writers note, I dont actually have anyone in Iraq, Atleast not yet. I fear the day they might be sent. But I watched the news and heard of a new death. This poem just came exploding out of me after seeing it.~
