Dear Mr. Bush,

There were 4,000 flags upon the soccer field today

Each one represented a soldier who has died in your war game.

4,000

That’s so many. They filled the field

One by one the speaker read

The names of the fallen dead

James Nelson 22

Robert Pickford 25

Michael Collins 20

Shit, Mr. Bush

I’m 20

He died over there

In that hot foreign country

When he was as old as me

I’ll tell you something

He had some dreams

Of getting a college degree

And settling down; start a family

4, 000 people

Had family at home

Their family will never see them again

No more Christmas dinners

No more football games in the yard

No more hugs

No more kisses

Nothing from their fallen

Nothing, nothing at all

Dear, Mr. Bush

What is this to you?

A game?

Pick up the pieces

Let the US stop playing

4,000