War in The Land of the White Hot Sun
by Carolyn Baxter poet
Saturday, March 24, 2007
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I Lost one friend and know two others still in Iraq,both with kids under 4 yera old. Since the Editor of Home Planet News is Publishing it in The April Issue,and really Liked it. I edited it and Put a few more images in .Usually after the second Draft,I am satified,But this Poem keept haunting me and annoying me like i'd left a few things out.So I had to dig deeper and make peace with it.
WAR In The Land of The White Hot Sun
Mama donít you Recognize me ?
its your Son..
I went to the land of Sand and White Sun
Uniform on my Back
A Land I knew no one
When I was injured in 9 - 1 - 1
They cut out my left eye
When I longer wanted to kill babyís
Hearing them cry
because their mommy died
Stepping on tiny bodyís crunch on the roadside.
bloody broken bones
ripped raw ragged
flesh flaming flag of Death
naked fingers reached for the sky
As I drove by.
They cut out my right eye
when I no longer wanted to see
colors Red white an Blue
But Humanity's Hue
I was not allowed to see or Dream
Donít be ashamed of me
Because I no longer believe
The things they asked me to do to Survive
To stay alive
Death all around me
So I no Longer needed my eyes
no more water came out
no longer could I cry.
I donít know If youíll
Ever see me again
Or I'll ever hear dads Voice say ííhey kid hi ya been?
Iíd give anything to hear him say that
Instead of Things insisted
when I enlisted...
Weapons of mass Destruction
Lives Traded For Death
My Honest Trusting.
I saw nothing...
They cut off my Hands Because I wanted to carry food
They left me to die in the white Hot sun..
When I greeted a brother
A salaam lakum
They cut out my Tongue
They Left me to die in the white Hot Sun
Then the Bullet ripped through my skull
From the Snipers Gun
I wasnít The only one
who died on the Hill with others
were all one
even the Sand Choked when The blood started to run.
They shipped me back in this body bag
with Dead Honorís Cover
the American Flag.
Days to years
to corpses years dragged.
I knew it wasnít going to get any better.....
Just know I love you mama
thatís why I wrote this letter.
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|Reviewed by Art Sun
|The trajedies of war place the sad emotions once one is back from foreign soil, and then the real war begins, the one where tears and pain are shed through families as they must accept and struggle with the same trajedies of their own....
A nice work filled with the emotions of loss...