Iraq (A Poem)

 

 

No salvation for the damned

 No feast for the poor

 A long way from heaven in this desert, I deplore

I spend little time smiling due to carrion, I inure

As we march we recite

 No salvation for the damned

No feast for the poor

 

 

By Michael Embrich

Iraq War Veteran

Email: poetrybuff0@lycos.com