Dear General
It is at last good to be home
My body and spirit are worn to the bone,
I often thought I would never get back
That I would never wake from the nightmare of Iraq
I oddly enough praise God for my wound
Without it I would not be here so soon,
Of war, I have had enough
I am tired of faking being tuff
Do you think the people would understand here?
If I told them; could they even hear?
No, I know the result of our patriotism
It leaves no room for skepticism
I know this country must march forward,
But I wonder if you really are a greedy coward
Unwilling to try peace
Because of your industrial feast.
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