A Child in Iraq

This poem was written by dad before he left and was published in the St. Paul's newsletter. If anyone has been wondering what his motivations for leaving were...you really need to read this. Heidi

Why are we there, in Iraq, that desert place,

they kill us, betray us, kick us in the face.

Why are we there, Iraq so far away,

I'd rather have fun, dance and play.

There's a child in Iraq, I want to see her smile,

I see her tears, sisters, brothers, mile after mile.

We can help that child, in that desert land,

we can help her, if we go to the heat and sand.

We go with our military power and might,

We go for the child, to do what is right.

Our child's tears are shared by Americans all,

as our own sons and daughters answer the call.

To build a new nation, for Iraq, for peace,

for a child in the desert, her crying to cease.

A child is crying, in her room, in her bed,

she is needing a diaper, to be held, to be fed.

Who's child is cryng? In Kansas or Iraq?

Our humanity calls for us our bags to pack.

We are one human family, created by God to be,

working for one another, to stop the crying, to be

free.

Lt Col. David C. Fulton

United States Air Force