See,
I don't need someone To tell me,
How I should be
or how I should react.
Like when they blew up the Twin Towers
or when we invaded Iraq.

Until you see someone Die,
Up close and in person,
Don't tell me, how I should feel-
About some spin doctored version.

It's funny that not to long ago
You treated us like crap.
Something to wipe your feet on,
a verbal doormat.

You labeled us baby killers,
but you weren't there.
Like when the woman gave us her baby,
As she pulled 2 grenade pins
from her hair.

And now,
just like before-
It's a knock on your door,
And I'm sorry,
Your son's not coming home-
Anymore.