Congressional Puppeteers Poem by Frank Pulver

It is hard to say
What I actually think about that Arab land
It not about the people because they were okay
There is one thing I do not understand
Why are we still here?
That is the real question
We are like puppets being used by our Congressional Puppeteers.
This is what brings the most of my frustration.
They don’t seem to care about my lost and dying buddies that were left behind
These are the things that will bring the painful memories
That will never escape my mind
I can still hear those Muslim Masque melodies
Only if they knew
What it was like to be in this so called Terrorist war,
It seemed like we were being watched like monkeys in a zoo
Should I have to say more?
Either way I still serve my country with pride
Even thou this is like a place called hell
I just wish our elected leaders was there by my side
Then they finally feel what is like to hear a dying buddy’s yell


By Frank Pulver April 22,2013