I have some questions:
Why,
If we're "the good guys,"
Does this feel so wrong?
It's not what
I grew up believing.
Why must these people die
So horribly,
Then their only crime
Was being born
In the "wrong" place?
Why must good dreams of finding love,
Having babies,
Planting a garden,
Owning a little shop,
Always fall victim to the tyrant's whim?
What makes us think
War is the "right answer"
This time?
Isn't it because you're all
Playing chess with our lives?
Until we learn
Not to live
By the world's way,
We're condemned
To reap its reward.
Dear God,
I pray for us all!
I know there's got to be
A better way!
Not this--not again!
Above it all,
Satan laughs.
We shoulder our bombs
And march away.
by Diane CadyMiller
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