No Manís Victory
The Towers fell,
They were no more.
This set the stage to go to war.
A motherís son, a fatherís boy
Playing with a favorite toy.
All too soon becomes a man
Goes off to war in a distant land.
Heís taught to fight and kill that we,
Can help to set their people free.
Heíll take a life, and never forget
How sad he was, filled with regret.
How many more must sadly die
Our troops or theirs, I know not why.
If itís Godís will, then let it be
But no man can win this victory.
My heart cries out,
How can this be?
Our leadership is blinded
By their piety.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Catyrose (18.104.22.168) -- Monday, February 26 2007, 04:09 am|
Without jumping on my soapbox, I'll simply say I agree wholeheartedly with the words you have written here. Very well written. Very powerful statment, and sadly this is a no-win situation.
|Capricorn (22.214.171.124) -- Monday, February 26 2007, 11:20 pm|
A very powerful message here. True words.
|Robert (126.96.36.199) -- Tuesday, February 27 2007, 04:32 pm|
I think the title says it all. Our hearts are good. We keep wanting to do the right thing...
But what is the right thing?
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