Perhaps, perhaps not, the mindset of some of our own in Iraq.
As deep as bees within their den-- Perceptions reference mortal sin. He took those to his country's war Where morals stained a bloodied shore.
His rights and wrongs now shot to Hell-- The peal of guns, his vesper bell. Each night the darkness rent in twain By bombs and death one might explain
By politics that brought him here To live or die for cause unclear. His booted steps on Satan's road-- Awaiting calls to lock and load.
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Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on March 28, 2005
Michael,
Such a Powerful Emotional poem!
Bless them one and all for all they do and go through.
Body Soul and Mind!
Oh Michael, This one really hit hard! Real hard!
Thank You for your respect and Love for the Military Brave Courageous and so so Strong.
Bless you Michael
SALUTE!
Tracey
having been there and done that in a different time and place than Iraq, I do believe you are correct...frankly though, war is not hell...learning to live with its effects afterwards is.
Good write here...clear, concise with a good rhyme scheme.
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Such a Powerful Emotional poem!
Bless them one and all for all they do and go through.
Body Soul and Mind!
Oh Michael, This one really hit hard! Real hard!
Thank You for your respect and Love for the Military Brave Courageous and so so Strong.
Bless you Michael
SALUTE!
Tracey
:)
Gypsie
Good write here...clear, concise with a good rhyme scheme.