Presidential Dream Poem by Charles Garcia

They solicit a young man
To fulfill his dreams,
a test, in a land of milk and honey,
Oil at its best it seems.

As America and her allies sacrifice their young
for minerals as no profit to be found in sand.

His landmark will be the desert all around,
for he to step upon a mine, perhaps one round
from an unknown insurgent, no uniforms just a plain gown.

The constellation from the east displays galaxies,
from his mound, this young man will never see, being far from overseas,

Sacrifice his life, a war not his own.
A marker on his grave to be his home,

he was so brave. be remembered by his family,
perhaps a friend or two.

Then forgotten as a sacrificial being,
for his life not spared,
To fill a presidential dream.


(Sept 2007)