I wrote this back in 2012, but I’ve decided to not update the introduction to it. Perhaps I will someday of this ever gets published somewhere, we shell see.
Given that it’s President’s Day today here in the States, I felt that it was fitting to share this, especially under our current political climate, where there are not only currently wars waged on foreign lands and the potential for further wars each and every day now, but also wars waged against naturalized citizens, the undocumented and the refugee, people’s of different faiths, colors and creeds, the poor, the LGBTQA community, and basically everyone who isn’t a White, rich Male in America right now.
Since my generation was born, nearly every U.S. President oversaw some major military operation in a foreign country, and to date, only two presidents during my generation didn’t serve within the military. This is a letter to every U.S. President that has overseen a war, yet had never seen war firsthand.
would you shed one drop of blood
for the gallons that we’ve given,
would you last one day in the conditions
we’ve spent years in?
would you be able to sign on the dotted line,
and follow the directives sent down from on high
when they went against your convictions of wrong and right?
would you be able to look your family in the face,
and tell them it was worth it,
when you can’t forgive yourself,
for the carnage you partook in?
You have not engaged your enemy at close range,
seen the sweat and fear upon his face,
before you forever erased him away.
My generation has done this and more,
some of us while questioning,
others while adoring,
we are the children who you will bury,
without ever knowing what our level of sacrifice feels like.
would you give just one drop of bravery,
for the oceans we’ve turned red with everything in our veins
to bring an end to the bitter fruits not even your precious offspring will ever be allowed to taste?