• I hear the jets above.
    seen the image of bloody limbs.
    of the men and weman that fight for us, coming home in caskets, or wheelchairs.
    Never to live nor walk again.
    I see a cloud of smoke rise.
    road side bomb,No surviers!
    Hear the clicks of the tigger from a m16,Hear the solon cry for peace.
    Parents fear the day when their son or daughter is called to bare arms.
    Blood soaked sands never to come clean.
    Years of hate and volience.
    I don't see why
    it must go on.
    call up the pentagon.
    tell them its over.
    But that never be true.