Someone Else's War
Author: Justus Isaiah Richardson
It felt more like I'd been kicked by a mule,
Than the bullet, I later learned, had struck me.
Man, I never knew something so damn small,
Could knock my two hundred pound frame off my feet.
Thank God I had worn my body armor,
Though I'm sure Kevlar's embedded in my chest.
Can someone remind me why we've come here,
To fight a war we've got no business fighting?
This president's out of his freakin' mind!
He's gotten us into a damn holy war!
If he's got a problem with these people,
Why doesn't he pick up a gun and join us?
Now my chest is really starting to hurt,
I'm sure that several of my ribs are broken!
Its hard to breath, I don't think I can walk,
In fact I'm feeling like I'm going to pass out.
Why are we fighting someone else's war?
Crap Bill! Why did you send us to Kosovo?
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Megan (220.127.116.11) -- Thursday, November 27 2003, 10:22 pm|
I thought you were talking about Bush! You fought in Kosovo?
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