Look at me, I am real.
I have loved, I have lost.
I live and I will die.
Laughed a million times,
And of course I have cried.
I’ve seen the face of god
As my progeny look my way.
I am not a number  I am real,
I am blood, bone,
Flesh and life,
mind and soul.
Remember my name
because I am not a number
for your head count,
your body bag parade,
used to stimulate the hate
and drive the fervor.
That the war pigs may profit 
and the government control 
the masses with circuses and cake
that they will gladly sent their children 
to fill more body bags with numbers 
that are not now 
nor have ever been just numbers.