Conviction

The war rages on;

Fighting seems an endless out.

Our thoughts stagger through our own perceptions;

And we pray for the day peace comes about.

Wondering if there is a victory somewhere to win;

As each day stages a new direction.

No ocular proof offered for our own peace of mind;

Still we believe in the cause of our great Nation.

Who is the true villain some may ask;

As each side fights for their own belief.

The criminal is death my dear friend;

A mother's unending grief.

No matter how one feels or believes inside;

Each loss is felt with deep affliction.

We must support the troops who fight for us;

And waiver not, in our own conviction.