He’s
not my husband
No, not anymore
He’s a soldier
Brave and dispensable
Will go to war at the drop of an order
Slaughter other soldiers who also got the invitation
To meet in the desert for a private political picnic
He’ll bring the
tanks
They'll bring the guns
The blood will flow free for all
In this they put food on the table
We
were going to buy a new living room set on his Military Star Card
When he came home from Korea
Guess that will have to wait
President changed our
plans
He’s not your son
No, not anymore
He’s government property now
A tool for the president’s campaign
Increasing presidential P.O.P. numbers while
Increasing their casualty numbers
I just hope he’s not standing in
Someone’s crosshairs
Another soldier’s one shot
at a higher rank
One more stripe
An extra twenty bucks in pay
And if his aim is accurate
No, my husband is no fallen hero
American patriotic soldier
You never even gave him his damn citizenship, remember?
So that just makes him a dead immigrant
Who was only looking for work and maybe some college money
Loved only by the
family that knew he was so much more
Than an Army of One
And if for some
reason it should come to light
That he murdered so many of them
That you would label it an honor and want to give me his medal
On television for all to cry over
Do me a favor -
Give it to the
families of the men he murdered with a note from me:
I'm sorry, he just wanted to
go to college and buy me a new living room set.
© Amanda Johnston
