Thousands and thousands
They all go one by one,
You wish it would all end,
Except, its just begun.
They walk a lonely strip of land
With their life and gun in hand.
He sends more troops to cover up
The ones who are now gone.
While President Bush sits on his ass,
Fishing all day long.
What’s this?
It’s crazy can’t you see?
They’re fighting for our country
But all the men will bleed.
As a single drop of blood falls to the ground,
That’s one more man of many,
That never will be found.
**This is actually the very first poem I ever wrote, which was over 15 years ago. I was sitting in my Civics class in Junior High School watching the Gulf War on TV. Bush SR. was the president, and ironically enough I feel the same way about his son.
