Aren't we tired of the madness? if not how many of our boys we need to offer on the altar of stupidity? Why go to the wrong places looking for an enemy that as been in the same place all the time? for how long we are going to be divided before we unite ourselves and tell the schmucks that enough is enough and get the hell out of our White House, Congress, and take with them the lobbyist and American blood sucking leeches?
Until then I think to have the Star and Stripes at half mast in my heart.

1944 WWII

A young soldier nineteen years old
in June of nineteen forty four stood
over a dead enemy soldier in Rheims
another one among many dead youths.

From his breast left pocket a picture
was trying to get out and peek up
one more time the clear blue sky with
the face of another mother waiting too.

Killing from a distance, you see them fall,
and keep going forward, soldiers don’t stop,
until confronted face to face with another
soldier that also have a mother and a gun.


1951 Korean War

That young soldier became more hardened
when a President send him to take Inchon,
when they were only yellow skinned ones,
just devils, the young soldier was told.

Thousand upon thousand the young soldier’s
gun cut them climbing the hill their lives short,
the stench of a dead generation of yellow devils
keep the nostrils of the young soldier close.

A few of their wounded were taken for care,
we were as their propaganda said the demons,
and those wounded found that we had like them
also a picture of a waiting mother back home.

1965 Vietnam

Many Ribbons and medals after our soldier isn’t
that young soldier any younger not anymore,
he was there because another President had said
that he should go there and hold the falling dominoes.

Over fifty six thousand of known and unknown buddies
left there the illusion of many mothers back home
of welcoming their offspring safe and so much proud
of another Veteran that serve his country in a war.

But they didn’t expected, those young soldiers
coming back after cheating death to be spitted upon
by the same America whose picture they carried
in a no man’s land with barbed wire and terror.

2003 Iraq

To the President to be, look at the lines of crosses
like white petrified lilies row after row after row
they are a few generation of American youths,
in Arlington where also you will found my wall.

Don’t tell me that the politicians of my land are
just a bunch a hillbilly shortsighted feudal folk
that will engage our beloved Nation in a whim
to show another schmuck who is stronger, and more.

Those that had been in combat knows all too well
that everyone loses before you draw the first blood,
the crosses, the wheelchairs Veterans, the mothers
still waiting, to the President to be…please, no more!