War With Out A Cause Poem by The Broken Poet

so many memories and thoughts
spilling trough my mind
a tear roles from my eyes
at the though of leaving your side
this war keeps getting close
time after time
the presidents saying
were walking the fine line
that all the soldiers
will be shiped out in due time
united states soldiers
dieing for reasons unknown
all of there familys are praying
that they'ed all come back home
but some prayers dont come true
there fellow soldiers
wereing dress blues
lowering another flag into the ground
wondering why this has to be
so many soldiers dieing over seas
back home there going door to door
recuting more casulties
some say freadom is free
but this i can not believe
i say freadom is won
by the barrel of a gun
the cost are the live
of so many brave
we can only hope that this war
will soon end someday