Not To Me
War is the faces
With blank staring eyes
In to many houses
Another mother cries
For freedom they say
This war was led
So many of our young
Keep coming back dead
They found Sadamm
Hiding in his hole
The numbers keep rising
Adding to the toll
Freedom is priceless
With that I agree
Has the war been worth it?
No, not to me
Copyright © Russell Merinar | Year Posted 2006
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