War? Poem by Minnie Gehrig

my brothers may see war,
they may lay in deep trenches
praying to any god that listens,
and both submissive and deadly may find,
themselves questioning,
the reality of this.
american dream.

my father served in times of peace,
n still serving see the furrows on his brow,
i see the worry,

i ask him now why?
what are our assets there what,
do we seek,
what is worth the lives of men,

the women n children bloodied and dying,
for this american greed,
gods country they say,
i must question

why should such atrocities happen to my brothers?
or theres,
where is god in all this blood?

if christ is real
i say let him ressurect,
let lucifer spread his wings and breathe fire upon us,
there is no hell,
only the hearts and minds of men,
with outstreched hands,
reaching,
pulling the hearts out
of the masses,
not of americans,
but of us the human nation,

america that shuts its eyes and turns its heads
all while climbing french gifts,
all while chanting freedom.