TheCycle of Misery
He was a dead-ringer for his dad.
He inherited every look his dad ever had.
But he never really knew his dad at all.
For a bullet to his chest had come to call.
Every time his mom looked at him she'd cry
and he'd come to understand the reason why.
He was a reminder of whom his dad had been.
When she looked at him her sadness would begin.
His dad was a soldier who went off to war.
He'd never questioned his mom anymore.
He wondered a lot why his dad didn't live
and finally figured out he had a life to give.
He gave it for his country that needed him to fight.
He gave it believing that his country was right.
And so when the time came that he was full grown,
he became a soldier becaquse he'd always known
that to be with his dad he would have to die.
So he was off to Iraq to become an American GI.
He carried a picture in his pocket that looked like him.
He knew his chances of returning home were slim.
But he was fighting for his country just like his dad
and when the bullet found him he wasn't even sad.
For isn't that what we young men are supposedly for?
We're dead-ringers for our fathers in senseless war.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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