Dear God

Dear God, they’re lying there feeling very forlorn,
Wondering if this was this reason they were born,
To be just eighteen and know what it’s like to have their body brutally torn,
Instead of being with family at home.

There are many here,
Who would rather be there,
Being told they have to do their share,
Trying their best not to be scared.

Tony was taken yesterday,
By bullets coming from every which way,
Between screams, from which side no one could say,
Knowing now, the real price for a lie they’ll pay.

So as they come to you God,
Courtesy of a scared little boys’ shot,
Maybe only twelve, maybe not,
Can the President’s Insurgents be little more than tots?

I ask that you show mercy to those who remain,
So they can go home and remember names,
To tell the people of our leaderships shame,
By making your commandments vain.

Please let their families know,
The honor here that was shown,
Was not for a country,
But for the values that God gave them,
For they did not kill the child who is now kneeling,
Crying to please forgive him.

@Bradley S. Hartman
www.bradleyshartman.com

Dear God

Bradley S. Hartman

Morocco, United States

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I wrote this after talking to several Dad’s and their son’s. The heartbreak I heard in the voices of the fathers as they said what was expected to be said, about their child doing his or her part for their country and yet muttering under their breath how they wished it was for honorable reasons and not one mans folly. It comes from the young people who have made it through this ordeal we’re calling a war just to see their friends killing themselves because they cannot handle what they’ve seen or done over there. They tell me that the reconditioning and counseling they receive from their government is quick brief and ineffective to deal with the horrors behind their closed eyes. What bothered them most was the fact that these brave men and women are not considered casualties of war even though it was that war which caused their deaths. I had no words to comfort these brave men and women at the time, I hope this kind of says what I heard from our countries children of war.

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