The Price of War

An Innocent Soul in the Street

You died in the streets of Iraq…
And there is no meaning to words…
Like freedom, liberty, democracy!

You never had a choice…
To die in someone else’s war
You were an innocent in the way!

The grand and empty speeches…
Mean nothing to your ears nor mine,
You can’t hear them now…

Their words are for the living..
To convince one and all…
That your death was necessary!

Your life was quickly gone …
Your dreams forever taken.
There will be no tomorrow for you.

And I ask myself…
Why did you have to die that day…
An innocent soul in the street!