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By Alexander Thymmons Written in August of 2007 (then, a rifle platoon leader in the 3RD Stryker Brigade Combat Team“Arrowhead”, 2ND Infantry Division)
Oh leagality? Is there a solution to The problems?
My Parents fled from Iraq To the great U.S of A  Seeking Religous freedoms, while keeping Saddam at bay Michigan is where they settled Had children who grew and mettled I gazed in awe at the Great Lakes 
As I sat in my chair one evening fair,  with my family sitting there without a care. I heard a blare from Satan's layer, to come and snare my right to heir. My family heard it too, what to do? is this a demon come for you?
Bombs everywhere, missiles left and right, clenching my gun in my hand so tight. Side versus side, so scared but I will never show it, America the Brave, proud and heroic.
Our men are made of flesh and blood
"First step's so called education, next we bring assimilation. We keep you passified so you will follow" Send out the soldiers & fill up the prisons, Stand in line for superficial pleasures
The men are being slaughtered  The women being tortured Oh God, My God, where are you? To save them from this fate?  The 'N' marks the houses Of those who praise your name.
You're a note sent from heaven, To this battle field in hell. I wish I could kiss you here and the worries farewell.   Every letter written carefully By a steady hand in ink.
You said you would be my shining starLook into the night skyI know where you are
Bang! Bang! Like the shot heard around the world Another life lost on the curb. Once more, an innocent life unfurled.
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