War in The Land of the White Hot Sun (poem) by Carolyn Baxter poet on AuthorsDen

War in The Land of the White Hot Sun
by Carolyn Baxter poet → (All Poetry by Carolyn Baxter poet)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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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 don’t you Recognize me ? its your Son.. I went to the land of Sand and White Sun Uniform on my Back M16 Gun... A Land I knew no one Much different When I was injured in 9 - 1 - 1 Explosions deception 24/7. They cut out my left eye When I longer wanted to kill baby’s Hearing them cry because their mommy died Stepping on tiny body’s crunch on the roadside. bloody broken bones ripped raw ragged flesh flaming flag of Death naked fingers reached for the sky wind waving won Last Goodbye 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 Harmony reflecting peace. I was not allowed to see or Dream Don’t 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 don’t know If you’ll Ever see me again Or I'll ever hear dads Voice say ’’hey kid hi ya been? I’d 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 Not Guns 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 wasn’t The only one who died on the Hill with others I realized were all one even the Sand Choked when The blood started to run. They shipped me back in this body bag with Dead Honor’s Cover the American Flag. . Days to years young men to corpses years dragged. I knew it wasn’t going to get any better..... Just know I love you mama that’s why I wrote this letter.

Reviewed by Art Hernandez

Reviewed on March 24, 2007

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...

.....Art sun...