Once it was noble
Where sonnets, poetry and stories,
Told our tales.
... Now long years of war,
Have dulled the pain.
Hardened attitudes.
To those we lost,
On foreign plains.
It's not even our empire....I cry,
That's been fought for over there.
We've become mercenaries .....
In this god forsaken war.
In for a dollar....
Giajl © Jim Love