War

Unable to find his future,
he couldn't find the money, wanted to go to college and pursue,
so he joined the army, hoping money would be due.

It was dark and all he could hear was his gun echo,
it was his first time shooting an M4,
the smell of death scattered in the downpour,
he was one of many soldiers waiting for their savior,
who were all desperate to end this war, to find a cure.

Sleeping outdoors and awakening to gunshot roars,
he couldn't take it no more, it was worse than the ghetto,
couldn't even yell, heard only his echo,
the pitch dark drove him psycho,
but he had to keep his mentality to beat the foe,
before America was left with yet another widow.
Knowing this war couldn't get a veto,
he fought to see another tomorrow,
had to stay low and avoid any bullet inflow,
or more would be left in sorrow.

Never was this a gunfight, was desperation leading to a dogfight.
Never was there sunlight, always dark, but always looking for a light,
to help his morale, cowering and deep in fright,
never able to foretell what tomorrow would bring.

Being American, he thought the choice to live was his birthright,
Being American, hoping his fellow people would hear his plight.