War is Hell on Earth
Why do we send our treasure off to
war?
Is it because our politicians don’t
care?
How many don’t make it back to our
shore?
Where families only have memories to
share
Can any President justify the carnage
of our youth?
When we were sent to Vietnam as
advisors
Then sent again to Afghanistan to
kill their youth
And then to kill Iraqis, where we
weren’t any wiser
War is hell on earth, a living hell
That every lawmaker should have to
face
Dead veterans can no longer tell
The living won’t talk because it was
so base
America wasn’t threatened in 1963
Yet more than 3 million served in
hell
Our liberty wasn’t in jeopardy in
2003
Yet the politicians sent thousands to
their peril
We were taught to love our country
And to respect our government, one
would suppose
But because of our leaders we filled
many cemeteries
Under the gardens of stone our
treasure lies in repose
Lewis
Lambert
I am an octogenarian, who has
recently returned to earth and doesn’t recognize the world he left 20 years
ago. Thus, my poetry is an expression of my confusion with, and disdain for the
21st century.
I have published seven novels that
fuse historical fact with strong character driven fictional protagonists. I am
a compulsive writer, with ideas that appear in a flicker of light, and if I
don’t capture them in an instant, they are lost forever
I earned a Bachelor of Arts from the
University of Maryland, a Bachelor of Science from Southern Illinois University
and a Master of Arts from the University of Northern Colorado.