Bring Them Back

The gunfire keeps cracking in the streets of Iraq.
America keeps screaming bring the troops back.
The world with its media witnesses the brutalities of war.
If we are winning or losing it can't be tallied by score.
The bloodshed of people is the color of red.
It matters not what religion they practice or dread.
Too often we hope or pray for things, which can't be
But our actions and consequences are things we can see.
To a mother or father a son is a son.
To the enemy he's a soldier that carries a gun.
To those in the world that tread daily in fear
A comfort is felt when the end becomes near
To all the chief warriors who set the sinister plot
Your legacy beyond earth will be forgot.
The honor of bravery is not having troops in Iraq
The bravery of honor is bringing the troops back.