War doesn't show who's right, only who's left.
Everyday, another one is gone. And
one more, five more, ten, leaving me bereft
of hope for this country, and for the man
who runs it. Hey, Mr. President, I
am tired of all your li(n)es. I demand
you stop sending our soldiers out to die.
You fucktard, don't you even realize
the men in your army aren't just some guy.
They are someone's son, someone's treasured prize
catch, someone's husband, brother, boyfriend. Not
to mention that they just started their lives.
Fresh out of school, they're drafted on the spot.
Think about this, think about this a lot.















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