War Poem 3

I was in the war.
All around were blood, death and gore.
There is no glory in battlefields score
There is death, heartbreak, fear and more.

There is no glory in loosing a leg.
And no justification to have to beg.
O God the fear the pain the hate.
Why am I here and what is my fate?

Am I to die in this stinking place?
For what? Not the betterment of the inhuman race.
I could have kids a wife a life.
Instead a bullet to end my life.

Why me, or my buddies or the enemy too.
What have I done to you and to you?
That I should die.
Thrown aside like a worn out shoe.

Lenny A.
7-23-04