Doubts of a Nation

Politics is the great divider. The unity of September 11th short lived, as political agendas and television campaigns direct their attention back to taking control over the White House. We've lost sight of the issues. Too busy digging up the past on both candidates, that we've completely ignored the truth of what the world is today.

And today it is a mess. A mess we helped create. Families has been torn asunder on both sides. Blood has been shed on both sides. Tears have been cried on both sides. And we are no closer to finding peace.

Instead we've learned to ignore the news. Learned how to turn away from grizzly images of real people being beheaded. Told to view the sight of blood like red paint splattered on the ground. And told that our cause is just, and this fight, this fight that we are all dying for is the good fight.

And yet I have doubts.

We've backed ourselves into a corner with this war, and now there is no easy way out. We've no choice but to see it through. But at what cost? How high the expense? How many thousand men and women do we let die before we stop this madness? And how to console families of those already lost? What do you say to the Mothers? The Fathers? Children now orphaned?

I have no answers. Dig deep enough, and you will see the government has none either.

I support my troops. Even as they fight a war with no apparent end in sight. And I pray for their safe return. A return to shores safer than the one they have landed on.

And so I ask my government to get back on course. To be honest with its people. And to think of our future.