War Wounds (Play) Inspired Poem

A president makes
A war makes
An army makes
A commanding officer makes
A soldier makes
A Grunt takes
A shot at

The kid that he once was
But will be no more
In hopes to protect
Trying to ensure
The future is secure

But the wounds were too great
An accident
An intentionally fired bullet
Misplaced in youthful flesh
A father to a son in trouble
Cannot save him from the sins
Of others

A shot causes casualties on both sides
Turn the guns around
Pull the triggers
Silence the wounds carved on the mind
The ones the bandage couldn’t soak up
The ones that shouldn’t be numbed
The ones that wouldn’t bleed out
So at last
No more blood
No more screams
No more doubt
No more fear

A Grunt kills for
A soldier and
A Commanding officer and
An army and
A president and
A victory speech