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?


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Megan ( -- Thursday, November 27 2003, 10:22 pm


I thought you were talking about Bush! You fought in Kosovo?
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