Kill Me A Son
God looked down and said
Kill me a son
But when one son was dead
The killing wasn't done
The killing went on
And more sons came
Some said it was wrong
But more were still slain
Why did we make war?
To that place in the East
WMDs for sure
The devil's had his feast
Gregory Robert Samuels
from his book: WAR POEMS FROM IRAQ
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