Heroes For Heroin Poem by Tom Higgins

More soldiers die,
more families cry,
more daddies lost,
such is the cost,
six together this time,
terrible the crime.
Why are they there?
Why should we care?
About people who will,
all of us kill,
if given the chance,
in this macabre dance,
across the Afghan plain,
the whole thing is insane.
For their freedom we fight,
to give them the right,
to continue to grow,
the poppies, which we know,
are used for opium making,
which again is taking,
the lives of many more,
who daily have to score,
because they are so hooked,
on the heroin that's cooked,
from poppies that they grow,
and which, as we all know,
our soldiers then protect!
Is there not a serious defect,
in the big plan for Afghanistan,
or is it game, set, and match to the Taliban?