Dear Soldier

Who am I to say what's right or wrong
 But who are you to pull the trigger on their enemy
 Young man joined the front lines to still his stormy soul
 Now all that's left are the memories of old
 They all fall down
 Some won't survive
 Trying to escape
 The memory of what they became
 I tried hard to be proud of my service
 But, all I could feel was Shame
 The racism could no longer mask
 The reality of the occupation
 These were people
 These were human beings
 I feel guilt any time I see a mother with her children
 Like the one who cried hysterically
 And screamed that we were worse than Saddam
 As we forced her from her home
 I feel guilt any time I see a young girl
 Like the one I grabbed by the arm
 And dragged into the street
 We were told we were fighting terrorists
 The real terrorist was me
 And the real terrorism was this occupation
 Who am I to say what's right or wrong
 But who are you to pull the trigger on their enemy
 Young man joined the front lines to still his stormy soul
 Now all that's left are the memories of war
 They all fall down
 Some won't survive
 Trying to escape the memories of what they became
 They all fall down
 Some won't survive
 Trying to escape the memories of what they became
 While those weapons are created and owned by this government
 They are harmless without people willing to use them
 Those who send us to war
 Do not have to pull a trigger or lob a mortar round
 They do not have to fight the war
 They merely have to sell the war
 They need a public whose willing to send their soldiers into harms way
 They need soldiers willing to kill and be killed without question
 Soldiers, Sailors, Marines, Airmen
 Have nothing to gain from this occupation
 The vast majority of people living in the U.S.
 Have nothing to gain from this occupation
 In fact not only do we have nothing to gain
 But we suffer more because of it
 We lose limbs
 Endure trauma
 And give our lives
 Our families have to watch flag draped coffins lowered into the earth