POEM FROM IRAQ





When the guns lay silent and my weapon rests
When morning comes and greets me and puts medals on my chest;
I will weep and remember.
Don't ask me why I cry for I might have to tell,
Show you what's inside of me; the visions I have of hell.
 For all thatís lost I remember now
 And pain it racks my brow.
 
 
 The eyes have seen the darkness fall, and I felt the fear of men
And here I am in desert waste, preparing for home again.
 Where is the Angel that guided me?
 Where is the spirit true?
Where is the love that I have lost?
My darling where are you?

 

 

BY: PrivatePoet