How Do They Sleep

Not a day goes by , my thoughts are not with you, thinking maybe, someone will have the guts, and courage to say, "OK, I was wrong." Daily our troops are killed, and wounded so bad, trying to start their life over, but it will never be what they had. Is this a war for peace, or a war for oil, all I know for sure, our tempers are ready to boil. Our leaders are backing up, when it comes to our troops, but they don't have a problem sleeping, for what they do. How many now have been killed in this war, How many now will never walk, How many now can't see their children, How many now have been abandoned, How many now have been burned, How many now can't hold their wife, How many now can't get help, I think our country has done enough, If they can't handle their problem, well that's just tough. Our troops, our money, our sacrifice, something here is not right. Their land, their oil, and they keep it all. Somebody better open their eyes, and then maybe explain to a mother, why her child had to die.