Into the Lion’s Lair they march with
weapons held high as deadly mortars scream
across the hot desert sky. Its been said that
the blood they shed is for a noble cause held high.
Now, who am I to call that rationale a lie.
I question not the soldier’s valor, for his courage
is far beyond the call, but ponder the logic of
the call to arms, from that great marble hall.
Year after year, thousands give their all,
and thousands more will forever nightly recall.
It saddens my heart, as the funeral candles
flicker and burn, for those young warriors,
who shall never return.
Mother’s tears will fill an ocean, and
the fathers will moan out loud in
I dare not question too loudly, but secretly
wonder where it will all end, and as years
pass, will they rightfully say…
"Was it worth the lives of all those young
women and young men?"