My son was born in the last moments of 1998 As a toddler growing up
He was unaware of the world around him
Until much later and despite my efforts
He saw the replay of the tower collapse
Something changed inside me
Something burned within
Because I realized now
My world might demand I offer my son
As a part of sick sacrifice
Called the draft
I waited for the worst news
Now that he is older I have realized
He has lived during a period
From 2001 to the present
Of constant war
And constant violence and hate
I can't change the world only my own soul
But however my son was raised
The world might want control
It breaks me inside
Leaves me with guilt
Leaves me feeling rage
He is there for the picking
And there is nothing I can change
