America At War Poem! Poem by Tom Zart

I'm just a soldier who prays in rain
My memories of love are what keep me sane.
Back home is a land of milk and honey
Ruled by lust and the lure of money.

But, what can I say, when I serve her true
For I volunteered to see this war through.
Now, that I'm here, it's hard to believe
We're just the victims of those who deceive.

As wounded fall to the land of death and pain
Scared men with rifles face what's horrible and insane.
It's thousands of miles to the steps of my church
With stained glass, steeples and lost souls who search.

The best my buddies have been taken away
No more touch football will they ever play.
Zipped in their body bags for the long trip home
Are some of the bravest, I've ever known.

War I hate, though not men, flags nor race
But war itself with its ugly face.
When we lose faith in the brave, which die
Then we're not fit to greet those who cry.

Combat is wickedness, devised by man
There's death in the sea, the sky and the land.
Lord, I can't help but wish I were home
Back with my love, who I hope is alone?

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