I have this listed as a poetry piece, but I feel I need to post it as a journal.
Mood:
Sarcastic
I cannot sit around while people are dying.
Seeing innocent mothers hold their children crying.
When the blood shed is for money, where did the cause go?
Why was this war started with now nothing to show?
But body bags are piling
and Bush's words no longer beguiling.
I have to hold my head high
and realize that I have to try
to understand both sides
though it may hurt my pride.
With family overseas I can't help but be concerned
especially when I watch TV and see bodies being burned.
When innocent people become prey,
this is war of the modern day.
This is the reason why my mother prays.
Do you understand what I'm trying to convey?
People are dying in the name of God.
Allah disapproves of this treacherous facade.
Spare me your proof and your facts.
This was the wrong way for a country to react.
I am not Democrat or Republican
I am for the right person who's not in it just to "win"
One cannot claim what isn't theirs.
No one seems to see this and nobody cares.
"Let Bush do his job, we can't get anyone better.
Why don't you go to Congress? Maybe write a letter."
That is old news, they have robots to respond.
We must take a firm stance and go beyond
the apathetic outlook of waiting for something.
Our opinions and voices are what we will bring.
By: Me.
Fatigued
