I knew a man who stormed the beach
A gentle..quiet soul
He told me..once..a little bit
Many years ago
Just yesterday
Another son..a different war
Was a flyer.. in the nam
Years between...yet never ending
Always...the demand
As it is today
Wars.. begot by tyrants greedy
Justified..by race or deities
Small...to those outside the sphere
Those inside
They bleed
Takes so long..deciding
Are these people worth the cost?
The tyrants know...democracy
All must get in line ..so slow
The line ..
Defined by morals...shared by all
At least...that\'s what\'s inferred
Where are these..when tested?
Who guards... the one\'s apart?
The call
Upon whose sons are placed the call?
Is new Hitler worth the blood
He\'s laughing at the deal maker
Smiling..shaking hands
A shrug