I will not celebrate, but remember /
Death of friends on a cold December /
Laying dead on blooded mud filled beaches /
Rice patties , a lost field of dreams /
I will ask why , as i cry /
For Democracy or Hypocrisy /
Why , why ,why did my brothers die /
Only a few i understand , this war of man /
You sit behind a desk , a suit and tie /
No one there to wipe my brothers face of mud and blood /
But 19 years old /
His last cry MOM Mother i love you /
I will not celebrate /
Only wish to castrate wars from this land /
We must not tolerate the murder of man
Rather it be war , or the ghetto at hand /
WHY WHY WHY
jimmy j
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