No More Regrets, America

by Adam Kokesh

I served my country, or so I was told,
A Marine sent to Iraq,
We thought we were needed to keep you all safe,
but didn’t know what to attack.
We fought, and we killed, and we bled, and we died,
and you kept on sending us back.

Do you feel sorry? Have you any regrets?
Do you think how things could have changed?
Where were you standing, when our country was stolen?
Did you fiddle my freedoms away?
Do you wish you had spoke out or gone to that protest?
It didn’t have to turn out this way.

Your husband came home in a flag draped coffin,
and you know there’s no good reason why.
Your son hung himself with a green garden hose,
and you don’t know why he wanted to die.
Your brother drowned himself at the bottom of a bottle,
and your mother just sits there and cries.

Do you feel sorry? Have you any regrets?
Do you think how things could have changed?
Where were you standing, when our country was stolen?
Did you fiddle my freedoms away?
Do you wish you had spoke out or gone to that protest?
It didn’t have to turn our this way.

These wars are a racket, and always have been,
Did you see it, or were you blind?
We fought and we killed and we bled and we died,
no bid contracts were already signed,
They’ll start up a war just to keep you enslaved,
‘Cause they know that you’ll never mind.

Do you feel sorry? Have you any regrets?
Do you think how things could have changed?
Where were you standing, when our country was stolen?
Did you fiddle my freedoms away?
Do you wish you had spoke out or gone to that protest?
It didn’t have to turn our this way.

And now we are faced with a thousand new ghosts,
from a war that didn’t have to be,
Yet they want your support for a thousand more wars!
In places that you’ll never see,
This is your chance to fight back and stand up,
So hear this one veteran’s plea:

Don’t you feel sorry! Don’t live with regrets!
Today is still another day!
It’s time to stand up, before our future is squandered,
and our freedoms are stolen away!
It’s never too late to speak out and resist,
Because it’s not going down that way!
. . . no we’re not going down that way!
. . . no America’s not going that way!

All photos hear are original photos that I took myself in Iraq except the last which was taken at the IVAW house in Washington, DC.