M's Poetry

Lee

His name is Lee, he is nineteen
got shot doesn't know if he will make it
all in vain that is the fear
he put everything into life in the military

some say we have stayed too long
it's our generation's Vietnam
others say the job isn't done
but at what cost will our blood shed stop
is it possible to create something
and realize too late you will never win

See Lee is my cousin and his place resides so far from home
he lays in the make shift bed
listens to the bombs that go off
not to far from his head...sometimes the quarters shake
yes that is just how close they are
now without a gun, now without a hand
he is in a foreign land
a shell of himself...he dare ask the question
am I next? is this my last breath?

He left home a boy now no matter what returns a man
a man whose eyes will bound to grow cold
no because he wants them to...but here he was taught no choice
how easy it is for our President to say
all be okay....why?? because he doesn't care to hear their stories
his version is the only one he will adhere to
so taken that into account
is he a assisted murderer?

2005@ Copyright by Megan Bishop




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