Red, White, and Blue

I like living in America, and I support the troops, but the war I can't stand by.

You called him to service
Ordered him to train
Then sent him home
And back again.

When he refused
To kill all those people
You called him a traitor
Of the flag and the steeple.

You labelled him coward
And gave him a choice
To follow their orders
And lose his voice.

Or he could be sent
To their big prison
A shame to his parents
A turncoat his sin.

Or he could flee
Disappear to the North
Hide off in Canada
And never go forth.

His prtest unheard
He knows not the answer
He leaves his home town
All his goodbyes to her.

And so he is in
A foreign country so bare
Fighting those strangers
It isn't fair.

Why should he kill
Those he never knew
Bombing the innocent
For that red, white, and blue.

And one day he died
Killed by their stray gun
Never able to meet
His first-born son.

And his son grew up
Bitter and sad
Veangeful of the man
Who killed his dad.

So one day the son
Joined up in battle
Eager to kill
Those forsaken cattle.

And so it went on
Passed down to each child
Until they became
The patriotic wild.

They're so very proud
Of everyone who
Differed from he who loathed
That Red, White, and Blue.

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Reviews

[Desert Dreamer]

These wars aren't fought for the interests of the common person, it isn't right to send so many people to war to kill mostly innocent people. Such a big loss, to all of us. Well written.