Voiceless no more

 

Yet another poem for Uncle Sam’s kids,

How a generation filled with hope is being killed…

Fighting for something they think they need,

Another prophecy is being fulfilled.

 

Yay, they were right when they predicted destruction,

Maybe another few years of this nonsense,

A lie, among lies to add up,

The dead will never shut up.

 

But of course, another inconvenience,

To explain why so many didn’t return home,

In this world, silence the loud,

Keep the voiceless in the enlarging crowds.

 

Pretty soon, there will be no more struggle,

A faint cry in the nothingness of it all,

Pretend you know what to answer a mother,

Then dodge a bullet shot by a father.

 

Mother Nature and Father Time laugh,

“Silly humans” we’ve reduced ourselves to that,

Maybe a different tune would change everything,

Another song to dance to.

 

Letting your child fight for his future

While you sit at home pretending it will be ok,

He’ll return home, quick enough not to be missed

And you claim no one knew it would end like this.

 

You’re right it’s not over just yet,

Pretending not to come, it’s just a scare,

And they claim more bodies each day,

But why believe the press anyway?

 

It’s easy when the world lies,

Easier to believe a conspiracy , ignore that truth,

Curse the youth that is fighting for you

And your stupid vices, fighting to keep you alive.

 

Don’t bring them home, god forbid they live,

Let the country stay in mourning for you,

While you smoke and cheat,

But why listen why me?

 

We lost brothers, lovers, mothers and fathers to this,

“It’s going to end soon, I promise.”

You lying piece of trash

They’re not back. They’re missing a lot!

 

I’m done being voiceless, I’m not gonna sit and wait

While my future disintegrates

Behind smoke and mirrors you illusionist,

You killer!

 

They were right suggesting to lock the leaders on a room,

Give them water and a wooden club, or two.

Let them sort it out, better one dead

Than hundreds of thousands, or more.

 

Do we even know how many died

Lost beneath rubble and dust

To protect a leader that will not shut up,

But will continue to speak, about nonsense?

 

What is it that I have to say?

I’m not a sheep, have not lost my way,

But my brothers, and sisters and lover are fighting

In a war they didn’t start, shouldn’t finish.

 

Nor by throwing themselves in battle,

Pretending to know it all.

Lost behind rubble and blood,

When will the voiceless be heard?

Author's Note

� If you think this is a poem against the troops, you are mistaken, like I have mentioned previously, I have so many friends fighting and enlisting that it�s a surprise I have not enlisted. It�s a poem that speaks my mind, I put the pen on paper and let it roll by itself. (I was quite surprised when I read it) it�s just me trying to cope with my loved ones leaving to fight, and not a day goes by that I don�t wish wars would end so everyone could return safely to their loved ones, especially my loved one.

Reviews

[T]

Nice poem, it highlights one of the many flaws of America.

I like the following lines:

"It's easy when the world lies,

Easier to believe a conspiracy , ignore that truth,

Curse the youth that is fighting for you

And your stupid vices, fighting to keep you alive."

and the ending was great.

"Nor by throwing themselves in battle,

Pretending to know it all.

Lost behind rubble and blood,

When will the voiceless be heard?"

Again, nice job!

[Spoken]

A very poignant write with a lot of highlights i definately agree with. Maybe not all wars are senseless, but I feel this one is. Mainly because it started under one concept and skewed so far from that when leaders realize they couldn't deliver Obama they told us to look left while they ran right and did a jig around our objectives leaving us dizzy and confused saying "well, he's supposed to be smart.. he knows what he's doing". The problem is people are too worried about problems they can see in their everyday life.. iraq is miles and miles away.. their bills and jobs are here in front of them... people will never unify to solve the bigger issues because we're too self involved.

[ShadowWolf]

Coping with the fear for the safety and welfare of loved ones serving in a war zone is the second most difficult thing we face. Writing about it is just one of many, many ways that help. Here you have done an excellent job of expressing your fears and concern.

While this country may have "many flaws" it is still the greatest place on the face of the earth to have the honor of living. It is our responsibility as citizens to work to correct those flaws.

[These Haunted Hallways]

Im gonna change my review cause i think the first one i wrote was a bit too harsh hehe. What i meant to say was that i never supported the war, but i do support our troops tho. My cousin is stationed in Germany right now, and his family has a home out there. It's sad that we are in this war, but i do wish that it would end soon as well.

B.A.

[FoolsGold23]

The time of trial is nigh, but those left to serve know that best. Until then, and they get to come back, support is what they really need, Lord forbid we turn this war's homecoming into another Vietnam ARmistice. *sigh* this poem was really, very good, raw, yes, but good!

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

I agree with you completely. You have written beautifully from your heart. Thank you for sharing. Debileah