A War Poem

War is as it's told,
How can I write
If I've never been?
How can I see what those men heard?
In the midst of war,
I sit wasting away.
Stories and memories of war,
Ideas that wade untouched
By my mind.
How can I take time from my day,
When I can't even get my own thoughts straight.
I have not been personally effected by war.
I still have my father and brother and family,
All heroes in my eyes
No combat needed.
How can I write,
If I have never been told?
This is the one question I ask.
My imagination runs wild,
On the 'truth' of soldiers
It is we who must believe
Blindly led through violence and despair.
War is as it's told,
But will soldier a soldiers stories
Line up with war?