No

Bullets fly, and people die.
Anger's a last wave goodbye.
Revenge just disables your eye,
no more humanity, no more compassion.

War has its purpose, as terrible as it is,
and I honor our soldiers who've helped us win...
especially the ones not here at the end.
They are the heroes of this world.

I fight with my words, powerful if people listen.
Because bones are shattered and blood glistens.

Soldiers scream and babies cry,
supersonic star ships take to the sky.
A little boy who goes into his house with a sigh
is blown to smithereens and scattered across the desert.

Back at home we grill and eat
while those that hate us meet and greet.
They talk of Islam and Allah,
the "evil" Western world, how dare we be free!

They think that by killing innocent people,
burning Bibles, tearing down church steeples,
they are somehow doing the world a favor...
that they kill for their "god". How evil.

The ones who bear the stars and stripes
to stop explosions from lighting up the night
are the ones to celebrate this Memorial Day.

They died, and I type.
A father talks with his little girl on Skype,
will he make it home? Will he get to see her grow up?

If we all could live and let live, the answer would be yes.