They keep sending them off to war

They keep sending them off to war.
Our brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins,
That guy you played football with.
The guy who worked with you at McDonalds.

They keep coming back broken and maimed.
In spirit, body and mind.

We are told,
We must Stay the Course
We must not Cut and Run
Victory is just around the corner,
The insurgency is in it's final throes,

Yet,

They keep coming back broken and maimed.
In spirit, body and mind.

We are told,
If we don't fight them there,
We'll have to fight them here.
Never mind that 9/11 was planned in Hamburg, London and the Good Old US of A.

Yet,

They keep coming back broken and maimed.
In spirit, body and mind.

Americans say,
I support the troops.
I have a yellow ribbon on my car, I wear a red shirt on Friday and I send out
every inspirational e-mail about a Soldier that I get.
I NEVER question whether the war is right
My government says it is, so I just support the troops.
I never think about how it is inconsistent to leave them to face snipers,
IED's and death around every corner,
and yet to say that I am supporting them.

Yet,

They keep coming back broken and maimed.
In spirit, body and mind.

How long till we realize that as long as they are at war
They will keep coming back broken and maimed.
In spirit, body and mind.