TEARS
Tears running down his cheeks,
The soldier mumbled
Under his breath:
“If the President goes with me
On these rides,
I’ll serve another 15 months
Without my salary!”
Tears of frustration,
Tears of exhaustion,
Tears of impotence,
In face of the futile war!
Another bomb attack!
A small boy’s body mangled;
An old woman, whose house was invaded,
Crying,
Impotent tears,
Of frustration,
Of despair,
At the needless, futile war.
REA-SILVIA COSTIN, P.E. .2007