Brain washed and camouflaged.
Over seas a life is lost.
“Will I be returning home?”
An answer that nobody knows.
Boys forced to become men;
Putting lives to an end.
Nobody thinks “Is this for a purpose?”
When you’re fighting in the service.

One bomb goes, two then three.
Duck and cover, “Shelter please!”
“Tell my wife and kids that I love them.”
“Tell my boyfriend that I love him.”
One last chance – hold on to something!
Hopes gone and dreams crashed.
Put your destiny in the trash.
Daughters born; you won’t get to hold her.
You lay there dying; brave young soldier.
“We thank him for his time in the service,”
but did he die for a fucking purpose?
Did he die for a fuckin’ purpose?!

-END

Author’s Note: This is how I feel about the war that is in progress right now. I know some of the content in here is controversial and up for dispute, but I will tell you exactly what I mean of this. Nobody thinks “Is this for a purpose?” When you’re fighting in the service. I mean this as; no one has thought about why they are there until they get to experience the horrors themselves. No one has time to think to themselves; they just do what they are told. Another line that has already sparked a feud of some in my school and people who have read this is: “Tell my boyfriend that I love him.” Most think I am saying all soldiers are gay; not what I am saying. The line before that is about a straight male; the second line that I just stated is about how a few soldiers have homosexual experiences in the service, and (or) are already homosexual but afraid to come out due to the DON’T ASK DON’T TELL policy.

Think what you want of me, but these are my opinions. Respect them as I would yours. Thank you.

P.S. I have two cousins in the service, and one is in Iraq. Do I support him? Of course I do. I do not support their so-called reasons.