Iraq

As the flowers bloom,
And the breeze teases the branches
The river runs red,
And shouts break the silence.
While the children play
And the snipers watch,
Singing turns to screaming.
Thrown baseballs and footballs
Turn to grenades as they grow older.
Carefree young adults
Now mentally scarred,
Physically broken.
And for what?
The freedom of a people ungrateful.
Dying not for our country,
As we mourn a  lost childhood
Killed in the war.

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[penNhand]

As solder I want you to understand that this poems speaks of the unseen. I from experience know this give true. TRUTH!!!!!