I weep for those who visit the National Cemetery to remember the fallen
They are not a few but many
The shame and blame must be on those who sent the young to war
To fight the battles for corporate interests
So the rich son’s can continue their Ivy League education
Then become the pillars of finance and commerce
While the son’s of the middle class
Are lured by a better life and a free education
These are the war hero’s, who use modern technology
To suppress obsessed religious warriors
In the dry hot desert of Iraq, or the barren hills of Afghanistan
These boys to men dodged the sniper, the roadside bombs
Only to return home with missing limbs
Or in a flag draped body bag
We should revolt against the power that be and demand peace and freedom
Tell them if they want to play war then buy an XBox 360
And to remember that each life lost
On the worlds multitude of battle fields
Is some ones child, a husband, a father
And the politicians don’t have the right to play God with other peoples lives.
