Shock and AweA Poem by insanityNever take your freedom for granted, freedom is never free.
In the sands of the east Uncle Sam slayed the beast Where no flowers grow He put on a show Shock and awe Is what Baghdad saw
Young people from all around Guns in hand Boots filled with sand Heavy equipment on their back Marching into Iraq
Hello 'Vietnam' Your nation will soon fall Is what it said on the wall Written in invisible ink Once more we stand on the brink
The battle raged As the tide turned Mettle was earned The soldiers enraptured As Baghdad was captured
So it came to be Out at sea Commander in chief Gave the troops relief Major combat operations are done The war had been won
Six months after There was no celebration, nor laughter Lay bleeding, fighting for his life Screaming in pain with his final breath
A knock at the door Two men, one with a badge of red Came to tell her he was dead She cried out in pain
A week passes Behind black sunglasses His family weeps For their son forever sleeps Hidden from the passing sun At the Hotel Arlington
The days pass, nothing feels the same Uncle Sam is the one to blame As her body crumples to the floor Blood spatters on the vanity As she ends the insanity As more lives are lost We are reminded of freedom's cost On foreign shores Young people die in wars We've seen this scene before What ARE we fighting for? © 2009 insanity |
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Added on October 29, 2009 |