Why do we fight and die?
Why do we put our lives on the line
to risk our safty for those who dont understand
Who pick up their signs and yell demands
who yell thank god for dead soldiers...
Lets point our 21 gun salute at them
see how they like to die for a country that does not love them.
How many more head stones must be marked
he died for his country..He died for his heart.
He leaves behind a family that loved him so
And now i must hear why did daddy leave us why did he have to go.
Why did he have to leave oh why did he have to die.
Now i ask myself that, just tell me why?
Why are we fighting? why do we die?
For someone who does not love us, for some who does not understand.
He has not served in battle, he has never shed blood. Insted he sits behind a table prim and proper he gets his tea at noon.
And tells us we must fight on for our country needs our sweat our tears and our blood.
We fight because we love our country, we fight because we love our friends. We fight because we find it nessessary just to live and love on and on.
We fight for freedom and the american way...But to die at 20? that cannot be our way, he should of lived on and grown old and watch his children grow.
Is this freedom i ask you? is this right?
Now there is another head stone that will be marked. He died for his country he died for his heart.
We'll place little flags around his grave to let others see, He died a hero, for you and for me.
So this is my poem to my dear sweet friend. I will always remember you my friend.
Goodbye Jake
