I get so angry and depressed.
At all the hatred that's expressed.
In the chat rooms or lines at the grocery store.
In school hallways, in restaurants, in public places galore.
Hatred toward their fellow man.
Hatred toward our troops in the sand.
Don't they realize how crazy they all sound?
Blaming the troops there on the ground.
No weapons of mass destruction, this war is a lie.
I am so tired of hearing their ridiculous cry!
What will it take for people to recognize.
The troops are no threat to their political ties.
They go where they are ordered by those elected above.
They wear their uniform with pride in service for the country they love.
But these complainers see only one thing.
They base their opinions on what's shown on the TV screen.
There they see only the fighting and death.
Not the good our troops are doing for those once so oppressed.
They don't see the weapons in stock piles found in the school yards.
That our troops load into trucks and take off to disarm.
Nor do they see all the faces of the kids now safe in class.
Smiling and waving at our troops as they pass.
This they don't see on CBS, CNN or NBC!
The troops compassion and courage isn't news worthy enough to see.
Only the death, destruction and disgraceful acts of a few.
Will be seen by all on the six o'clock news!
I swear if I hear blood for oil just one more time.
It is going to drive me right out of my mind!
To have to sit and listen to these fools.
As they tear down our military with words so cruel.
Now as I stand in the check out line.
I hear it again from somewhere behind.
Tears are starting to fill my eyes.
I can feel my temper starting to rise.
Then one says, "Our troops are just murderous, raping cowards."
"Getting Bush his oil, they are all crazy with power."
That was it, it was more than I could take.
I turned around, my hands starting to shake.
Excuse me, I said, trying not to cry.
My brother is there, I said, looking them straight in the eyes.
He is no murderous man there to slaughter.
He is a kind loving man with a pregnant wife and little daughter.
They just stood there looking at me.
Both very embarrassed, it was plain to see.
I continued, as the tears started to fall.
Ladies, I said, you don't know my brother at all.
The next time you decide to exercise your rights.
Think of the loved ones of those there in this fight.
Think of the harm your ugly words do.
Next time you feel you have to share your views.
"We are sorry," one of them started to say.
I shook my head and just turned away.
It made me feel good, maybe I had gotten through.
Even if it was only through to just two.
I bet they won't be throwing their opinions around.
Next time they're out talking in a crowd.
I have to admit it felt good that day.
To rendered them speechless as I walked away.
They had their say, it was my turn to be heard.
It was very gratifying to have the last word!!! |
