Where Is He?

Falling to the ground, ducking my head. Seeing friends in a mound, all of them dead. Bombs burst, killing more. Living is a first, in this hellish war. Bullets hit, there dreaded victim. Bit by bit, we hate the system. Rifle shots, peirce the air. We're just robots, disposed of without a care. Where is he, the president? He's not fighting besides me, thats what i meant. Sitting back, in his comfy chair. While we attack, the pain he does not share. Why I ask, myself silently. Just a mask, they are so greedy. What is there task, surely not help the needy. Where is he, not here. This pain kills me, I fall another tear. This hellish war.... I am no more.