27378's blog: "When"

When boys meant "yuck" and friends were new; dreams were unshattered and worries few. When recess was too short and life too long; decisions came easy without the need to belong. When storks delivered babies and passions weren't so strong; friendships were unbroken right was right, and wrong was wrong. When bad things did't happen. When only skinned knees brought tears. And the night light in it's socket, quieted all our fears. When farewell meant just for summer, and real friends didn't part. The fun went on forever, and never left a broken heart. By: Lisa Flores Jan. 1997

Who are you to send our men, Off to fight a battle once again. To get a man that once before, Killed many of our men in another war. Who are you to decide a Judgement Day, When God is the one that has the say. They leave their wifes and children at home, To go to another country to fight and roam. Who are you to determine the death of a child, Yes; if you can't tell I am a little rialed. So, if you must send our men, Please remember to send them home once again. So I as you one more time Who Are You?