Imagine if you can
A time that no one I know can remember
Where overnight
A nation changed forever
Imagine your boy to be the first to be killed
Or even worse, the last to be killed
It was a place where the flag meant everything
And innocence meant nothing.
They say Truth is the first casualty of war
But I disagree with that
Why send boys to be slaughtered?
When its the "men" doing the talking that should be doing the fighting
The only things I know about this time
Are the things I've seen
The things I've read
And the things I've been told.
I can't say how it feels
To be waiting to die
But it doesn't feel so fantastic
To watch these children die for something someone else believes is right.
