What Sunday's Paper Read

Mom, I hope you're proud of me,
even though I lay here dead.
I'm sorry that you had to see,
what Sunday's paper read.

"Six American soldiers found dead,
as the result of a roadside bomb."
I know you said I should have stayed,
but either way I would have gone.

Now, that I look back on things,
I realize that I did wrong.
I wish I could have realized it,
before my funeral song.

I found out while in battle,
that the war had little reason.
The bullies against the nerds,
not God against the heathens.

Iraq, was like a movie,
where you can't believe the scenes.
America truly was the enemy,
"the ruiners of dreams."

Just another pointless war,
that the U.S. "had" to fight.
Instead of listening to George,
I should have done what was right.

Now, I lay here motionless,
listening to the priest.
Remembering how life was,
before I was deceased.