jeffrey miller
He was a protester who wrote a poem called “Where Does It End” during his high school career that expresses the feelings of most of the young people during the time.
"Where Does It End?
The strife and fighting continue into the night.
Mechanical birds sound of death as they buzz
overhead,
spitting fire into the doomed towns where the women
and children run and hide in the bushes and ask why-
why are we not left to live our own lives?
In the pastures converted into battlefields
the small metal pellets speed through the air,
pausing occasionally to claim another victim.
A teenager from a small Ohio farm clutches his side
in pain and as he feels his life ebbing away, he too
asks why-
why is he dying here, thousands of miles from home,
giving his life for those who did not even ask his help?
The War Without a Purpose marches on relentlessly,
not stopping to mourn for its dead,
content to wait for its end.
But all the frightened parents who still have their sons
fear that
the end is not in sight," (Miller).
"Where Does It End?
The strife and fighting continue into the night.
Mechanical birds sound of death as they buzz
overhead,
spitting fire into the doomed towns where the women
and children run and hide in the bushes and ask why-
why are we not left to live our own lives?
In the pastures converted into battlefields
the small metal pellets speed through the air,
pausing occasionally to claim another victim.
A teenager from a small Ohio farm clutches his side
in pain and as he feels his life ebbing away, he too
asks why-
why is he dying here, thousands of miles from home,
giving his life for those who did not even ask his help?
The War Without a Purpose marches on relentlessly,
not stopping to mourn for its dead,
content to wait for its end.
But all the frightened parents who still have their sons
fear that
the end is not in sight," (Miller).
Above: Jeffrey Miller (http://dept.kent.edu/may4/photos.html)