Blood For Borderlines Poem by Stephanie N Kjarbaek

And when your son returns
In a box dead and lifeless
From a land that burns and burns
With the blood of Vietnamese children
Dead and last heard screaming all
Over him, is it your dream?
That last you ever heard of him
You complain about bombs and protests
Not 50,000 dead Veterans
Or over a million civilians
When you're at Kent State
You're just an anti-war soldier
With arms up and back to the wall
A gun to the head and to the back
Then shot dead for the sake of the state
And the agenda of death for all

Now radicals speak of the new IRA
Back in Dublin to Belfast
What happened to Good Friday
When peace is offered, there's another way
I tell you know in all things
There is another way
Blood of protesters on soldier's hands
Blood of soldier's hands on civilians
Civilian blood on soldier's
Blood of cops and soldiers on civilians
Blood of protesters on all of them
Just say three words, "Stop it now."