A Soldiers Lament Poem by chas garcia

When considered how my life was spent to grow up to this event
While our generals and President prophecies mocked up events.
mass destruction, from behind a desk, Saddam is our test.claims the world in turmoil, a day of darkness, needs our help, as nations fighting nations, not willing to share their wealth. Our President could care less. As death to come from the unknown, mothers not to hear their death moans, as their life shattered in the cold mountains of
Afghanistan, Iraq, and now looking at Iran. This in the name of justice, this we are told, a mad man on the throne.Can we forget our sons and daughters gone? can we realize a useless war is on? all in the name of our President, his dreams,
all in the name of oil.When is justice done? Where is justice done?
for I have lost a daughter or a son.
as death to come from those unknown.perhaps a kid begging for some candy, with a grenade ready to be thrown. Or perhaps a little old lady, hidden underneath her robe, could happen anyway like that.
Our President does not hear his screaming, his mother cannot hear him as he sheds his last tears, nor hear his deathly moans, his last gurgle before he dies.for the only memories that this mother has, is that he is
gone; never will he come home.And our President goes on with his filthy lies.no intention to bring our sons or daughters home.