Call signsA Poem by Baby RicochetImages and reflections of a war in a sacred landCrackle and pop fade in fade out Frequencies all down and out Listening for the killing time Radio signals all call signs
Turbo screams Rotors thump Scared f**k shitless in my bunk Watch the locals for a crime Radio signals all call signs
Artillery rounds come crashing down on the oil soaked sacred ground tracer rounds light up the sky An F-15 goes screeching by
The Bedouins They came around We patch them up We pat them down They said at night in the desert sky You can hear poor Allah cry
The things I saw In that ugly place Time won't forget Sand can't erase And every day the haunting time Radio signals all call signs
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Added on July 21, 2012Last Updated on July 22, 2012 AuthorBaby RicochetTampa, FLAboutI write just for the hell of it A way to spend some time Blurting out in cyber space Whatever's on my mind Maybe funny maybe tragic Emotional and raw Politi.. more..Writing
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