A faceless enemy (what's there to Celebrate) He appear to be a ladd of maybe 9 yrs. old. It's Friday, as our troop's prepared to move out unto enemy territory, and then KABOOM!!...he becomes a suicide bomber. WOW! face- less at such a young age. Now as I gather my comrade's body parts (as well as my thou- ght's) to myself I say, "these people's belong in a cage". Pain in Irag, will it ever end, here children's are taught too kill again & again. Our Boy'zz in misery, misery all around us, the stinch of death is everywhere. Their fearless leader leads no more. Soon he's capture, "one would think, finally!! and now answer's of life can be restore, but sadly there's only more bloodshed here in Irag. And a salacious cloud still hoovers above our heads as the dead bodie's continue's to rise, another soldier get sent home and familie's shall not be able to stop the flow of tear's pouring from their eye's. (faceless at such a young age) Our Boy's and Gal's in misery - here in a country, were there is no love, "A faceless enemy", we continue to fight. Our Congressmen and Senator's vote to keep this sinceles war going, "for our freedom", lying to themselve's and to the American people's. "For our Freedom", "I don't understand-how can freedom be justified with a bullet and a gun". How can Freedom be (?) when every Saturday you'll be burying your daughter or your son. Someday soon we do get to go home, from here to a faceless nation. As the dead bodie's continue to rise, and before the break of dawn starts another day. Your lil 9 year old goes outside to play. In this land of confusion lil boy's also goes outside, freedom for him is to suicidily kill the enemy-each and every morning in the name of Allah his mother tells him. So 10 U.S. sold- ier's live's are gone, more are on the way. Remember their President is dead and gone while our wants a "Celebration". P.S.... This particular poem came to me in a dream, as in a dream I was there (in Irag) holding this soldier who had been shot, and he relate's this particular poem for me to write