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Poetry
by
John Whitney
Country: United States
Lost Cause
Running up the hill of death
hoping my brothers don't come back in a mess
fighting for freedom only known to some.
While fighting in front looking ahead
my squad turns into shreds.
Thinking back in time before I die
the orders were given before my eyes
carrying them out without a right mind
please believe I realized it's a crime.
Not knowing the man I'm shooting
the man above forget my doing
I'm just a man fighting because of a draft.
John Whitney
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