The War In Iraq Poem by Lee John Siebritz

I lie on the bed

And put on the telly

The newsreader declares the following

“ The war is over”, yet the fight goes on

I see on the telly

People dying and children crying

Bang! Bang! Bang! Fires one soldier

Damn! Damn! Damn! Says another bolder

The war creates stress, anxiety, fear and death

I see soldiers eighteen years of age and older

Careful aiming is essential to stay alive

Because if they make a mistake it could end their lives

I see the parents crying on the TV

“ Why did you take my son and not me”?

People running around madly and falling to the ground

The war in Iraq creates anxiety inside of me

I feel sorry for the children and parents of the deceased

Once the war is over the after affects begin

Soldiers are plagued by the nightmares of the past

At the end of the day it affects the present day

I hope that the war will end

Because it is silly to lose one’s life over something stupid

The enemy is death

Your friend is life

It’s your choice to see which one’s right!