I wrote this poem titled war right after the Iraq war broke out in 2003. I was 16 and ended up joining the United States Marine Corps when I was 20.
War is always knocking at the door
every time the bombs hit America’s floor
Other countries attack our states
and show us nothing more than hate
War is brought to us by fate
it is like the game of chess, check mate
If the war could only end today
it is something that I pray
War has played its toll
it has took its share of souls
I think that there is another way
to settle this war today
Other countries have so much hate
and all we do is offer them a golden plate
Osama and Saddam are to late
they have chosen their own fate
War has brought so much devastation and hate to this world. The People that think they are proving something by creating war are just cowards. From the first attack when Osama attacked the trade towers to when Saddam started to threaten us. America will win this war but there will be lots of lives taken first. And this poem tells how the war has been and how others have tried to bring us down but we stay strong.
I wrote this poem in 2003 when I was 16. I went to Iraq in 2008 and Afghanistan in 2010. It is funny to hear people’s reactions when I say “I knew that there was corruption on both sides.” The most effective strategy is to know your enemy and I learned of war far before I ever saw war.
Coming from a broken home is a different kind of war. Seeing war firsthand has given me an understanding and an appreciation people can only imagine. I am a patriot. I love my country and my fellow countrymen.
I do no think we should stand by and allow for tyranny to have a say in our nation any longer. If we change America the world will follow in a second. We are the last hope.