This poem follows my other one Soldier. Again this is dedicated to all my friends who want to be in the military.

To the Soldier Oversees:

We don't know your name

Or where you came from

Or even why you're there.

All we know

Is what the media will tell us

And that isn't much.

We hear of the hundreds who die every day.

While Congress

Does nothing but argue and wait

For this war to turn around

While the rest of us doubt.

Even when one walks down the streets

One can feel the resent

And the hate

Of a nation divided.


To the soldier oversees,

Don't wait for us

End this war,

America needs you to be here,

Not over there.