I wrote this simple poem when I was a bit younger when I heard that there could be a military draft for the War in Iraq. Although I doubt it will happen now, I would still like to post this poem to see what everyone thinks.
Becoming Part of Your Patriotic Show
My brother is old enough to be drafted.
My brother is old enough to go.
My brother may be lost forever;
sent to die fighting a nonexistent foe.
My brother is loved by many.
My brother is my idol.
My brother may be lost forever;
sent to achieve the suicidal.
My brother has become a part of me.
My brother, if lost, would shatter all I know.
My brother may be lost forever;
sent to become part of your patriotic show.
(Commas Removed!)
