Its perjury, it’s murdering. The government lies and the soldier dies, as we are lead to our demise. Every day we’re losin lives, just think about the wives, the kids, the moms, but we’re still droppin bombs. How many things are gonna blow up, it makes me wanna throw up, why cant you just grow up and refuse to fight, don’t abuse the might, of the army, the navy, and the marines. This **** is obscene! Blood is something you cant clean, just look at your hands, what are your plans? To turn every rock into sand? You’ve got the material, you can be serial killin machines if you want. You can change the font, but the words are still the same, you cant pass off the blame. I see the game your playin and I hear the words you’re sayin. But you’re still gonna ****, just add it to our bill, we’re in debt so you can rule the east. In Sunday school they teach how to be a good man, I’m sure you understand, but its not a part of your plan, you just wanna **** the afghan cuz he has a long beard, his beliefs are kinda weird, he has a different book but if you really look, he is human being, that’s the part yall aren’t seeing. Every time we lose a soldier just put his name in the folder, our hearts are getting colder and the mother- have you told her? Now your duty is done? You told her you killed her son, and it’s no longer your responsibility? How do you have that ability? To just move on without remorse, you’re on a destructive course and its only getting worse. We have lost thousands of our own but think of all the names that we haven’t been shown, so many families in the Middle East with empty seats at the family feast. The war is a beast. But there is no beauty. Why is it our duty to overthrow governments overseas? Can we overthrow ours please? They say its we the people… you and me the people? Who gets to be the people? They can’t even see the people. They’ve got their blinders on, thinking that what’s behind is gone, that man at your feet with one leg, homeless on the street havin to beg but he cant even eat one egg, he was part of your war, now he doesn’t have a job anymore, tell him that it’s time to move on, but he cant even put one shoe on. Look at those old ratty clothes, the ones that make you plug your nose, where did he get those? He wore that uniform in your war, he used to look good before, but now he’s all covered in dirt, so you cant even read his shirt. It’s been turned into a rag, but if you read the name tag, he’s got your name, you’re the one to blame. He was just a pawn in your game, but we’re not living on a chessboard, that’s the part that you ignored. Every pawn has a family, a mom and a grammy. What if it was your son? Would you give him a gun and tell him you love him for that one last time? Its just American pastime, like baseball and apple pie, its tradition to let the soldiers die.
This was written to be read aloud, so don't be afraid to speak when you read it.