why?

So many soldiers dying

In lands far away

But, for what cause?

An empty war

By a man with

An empty heart

And an empty soul.

The sand

Blurs everyones vision.

"Who are we shooting at?

Why are we shooting at them?"

So many questions asked

But the spin keeps coming

A "victory" is what is the plan

But to what lose

How many must die

Before everyone is aloud to come home

To be with the families

They miss

To see the babies

That were born

While they were in a far away land.

"Can we come home now?" 

"No, we have not won yet."

"But, how do we win?"

No answer ever comes.

All started as a war

Then it was an escalation

Now its a conflict.

But the troops have never

Changed locations.

Now the world hates us

Our leader called the

Anti-Christ.

Sounds of humanity

Ring in my ears.

Or,

Is that just another bomb?

Or,

Is that the sound of me dying.