An Interview With a Soldier
He was just a boy in a foreign place,
Far from home amongst people from a different race.
Fighting a war that many people back home were not supportive of,
Have they forgot the day those airplanes flew into those Twin Towers from above?
How many children lost a mom or a dad that day?
We didn’t start it and we shouldn’t be asked to look the other way.
He said I’ve heard it called a Jihad, a religious war,
He said we don’t push Jesus on nobody, and we not going to allow Him slandered, not on my
watch, not by far.
He said I was in high school the day I watched those towers fall,
And I counted the days to join up, I felt the call.
I felt molested and I remember how it made me sick,
And I saw America pull together, strong, powerful, determined and quick.
I saw the eagle shed a tear, then I saw her talons clamp the arrows tight,
And I knew then, that we were going to set things right.
That’s why I’m here to defend or die,
Cause I still love my country and let her flag always fly high.
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