Thanks: 
I wrote this poem after seeing an anti-war demonstration I saw at school today. A bunch of them were holding up signs with pictures of soldiers on them with the word murderer underneath it. That really annoyed me, and so, here ya go.
Our Soldier
A million picket signs,
And millions more chanting.
This lack of patriotism, I swear,
Is really quite disenchanting.
Hate the war,
Not the warrior.
For he performs a noble civic duty,
Yet some still call him a murderer.
I?ve been to the buildings,
At a time before they fell.
And I?ve been to them afterwards,
That place was worse than hell.
This nation had to do something,
And though many question why.
I?d rather have half the nation hate the other,
Than do nothing and watch thousands of more innocents die.
Whether this fight is right or wrong,
That is not my call to make.
But to sit idly by and it happen again..
That, my friend, would be a fatal mistake.
Where the sun is hot,
And the barrels are hotter.
Brave men and women die,
And become cannon fodder.
But it takes a great deal of bravery and honor,
To climb up over your dead brother.
And continue to fight on,
For they?re still protecting all our mothers.
And so I feel I must plead,
That whatever you do.
Please, support your soldier,
Cause he?ll die for you.
