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War: What Is it Good For?

02/24/2015 03:48 pm ET | Updated Apr 25, 2015

Mother, mother, mother, he wailed and I cried too.
What child should lose his legs because
Presidents blew
their moral responsibility to solve our differences?

Father, father, father of our country, we cussed you.
What protector, moral, caring, wouldn't peace pursue
Regardless of his enemy's
deeds and inferences?

Mother's on her way, I screamed and crawled to
what brother I could hold and he could cleave to
until our bookie presidents
could come to their senses.

Soldier, son, daughter, what more could I do
What world so evil that I must sacrifice you
or humankind suffer
far worse consequences?

END. J. Randall O'Brien