Mama I hope this letter finds you…
In the very best of health.
There ain't much good out here I do…
And even less I've felt
But I've have learned a lot of truth
And I've tightened up my belt
Shot folks here till my hands are blue
Got a medal from the President.
There's too many friends I've seen die
They say that makes me a man
I saw a guy who lost both legs cry
Just for tryin' to lend a hand.
Y' know mama I keep wondering why
We kill them to make them understand
That America goes to war to destroy…
So peace reigns 'cross every land.
Today we bombed another town
Burned it right down to the dust
A few little children just stood around
Too stunned to cry or fuss
But our orders are to move on down
So they can't keep a track of us
Part of me I lost… i hadn't even found
And only dying squares it up.
God! I hate that robot voice. It ruins the poem. I have recorded a reading of this poem; it is on YouTube.
Men greatest sin. Teaching the young, death and war. Powerful, honest and hard words. Thank you.