Fighting all alone, and losing,
Both the battle and the war.
No need, no point in choosing,
To keep morale up anymore.
Letters to home never make it,
We’re dead until further notice.
A loving wife and my only kid,
Did nothing wrong to merit this.
The outcome is predetermined,
Everyone knows except for I.
A stench of flesh in the wind,
Just makes us all want to die.
We have no idea the duration,
Of the war, even anyone’s fate,
If it weren’t for our own nation,
We’d work real jobs everyday.
I never dreamt, I never asked,
For this torture, for this abuse.
None want to be up to the task,
Of spending months in recluse.
A boiling sun pounds down and,
I’m deprived of sleep and food.
My life is withering in the sand,
Death and misery fit my mood.
All was abandoned long ago,
To fight for a secret meaning.
A motive, a plot we don’t know,
Other then stereotype cleaning.
Annihilate all in a line of sight,
That fit your terrorist profile.
But why do they call a fight,
Slaying a mother and a child?
This isn’t a duty, this is hell,
Being occupied so the weak,
Who can’t defend themselves,
Don’t accept another defeat.
The mission here is to survive,
Tomorrow seems so far away.
All we have keeping us alive,
Is torn pictures of the family.
Gunshots sing a bedtime story,
On nights we actually get rest.
This is not the kind of glory,
Deserved by America’s best.