Is war how the green and beige uniforms resemble,
The green leaves of a rainforest,
And the brown sandy dunes of the Saudi Arabian Desert,
Is war when the soldiers wade quietly in the water,
As the slaves quietly did years ago when running away from their "masters",
Is war a way to show your cunningness,
Like the game of chess,
Is war how the guns of the soldiers,
Mirror a black snake waiting to leap out and crush its prey,
Is war how the tanks can represent,
A massive shark ready to rip everything to shreds,
Is war when the soldiers dirty boots tread through the mud,
Just like a tire speeding down a highway ramp under a shower of rain,
Is war like eyes lashes beating constantly,
Like terrifying thunder,
Or is war a way for our government to flex its muscles,
Like an alpha male male hippa showing its dominance,
War can mean many things,
Like a simple phrase,
Some people are for war,
Some are against it,
Some,
Like me,
Dont care for it,
But I respect the millions of mean and women that rish THEIR lives everyday,
For MY freedom,
And would like to show love to every war vet. and all the POW/MIA's,
Respecting everything that they do for this country.