War

I.
Am.
My.
War.
Pain.
Death.
Despair.
Hopelessness.
Tearing lives apart.
Tearing families apart.
In the most patriotic country.
With men fighting for but nothing.
None remember the purpose or motivation.
They close their eyes and pray for reconstruction.
Men and women fighting for a greater good of which they forget.
As the dust clears and the moments become long and monotonous…
We have to ask ourselves, is this war we support really supporting anything?

I guess you can smile and pat yourself on the back for sending your son.
But then again, you fought against fighting for absolutely nothing.
When the bombs of Vietnam blew your friends to tiny bits.
Where is your picket sign now? Your peace protest?
If only you could open your eyes to the futility.
Another Vietnam, just another Cold War.
Like any war, with eyes closed.
Never tell me the truth.
Don’t admit mistakes.
We cry out now.
For escape.
Patriotic.
Truly.

Sad.
Eh?