This is an old, short poem that I wrote three years ago, during the time people in this country began to see the Iraq war for what it was - unnecessary B.S.
Turned on my T.V. this morning;
Sadly, it's just more of the same:
More reports of a foreign country being destroyed by the machinery of war,
More stories of young boys and girls are being sent to Hell's playground;
Only to return home in a flag-draped box, having died without a name,
All wrought upon for a man's sick & deplorable gains.