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Friday Poem: Blood in the Sand

Each Friday Benicia Patch will feature a poem submitted by a reader. If you'd like to submit a poem, please send it to benicia@patch.com.

 BLOOD IN THE SAND
 
                     BY:  Krista Marie Killen
  
As my blood falls to the sand,
M-16 strapped to my side,
I try to take a breath
Then close my eyes.
 
Buildings leveled to the ground,
Planes crash without a sound.
Children crying in the streets,
Shrapnel in their bloody knees.
 
Missiles fly 
In dawn's early light,
Their explosions
Set off a fiery sight.
 
Mosques and Churches
Who is right ?
Where is my place
In this crazy fight ?
 
Years go by
And nothing changes.
Suicide bombers
Come out of their cages.
 
Allah this
And Jesus that,
Can someone tell me
Where God is at ?
 
I don't know who I am
Or what's worth fighting for
But this, my friends, I'm told,
Is what we  all call war.
 
Now for me it is all over,
Do what you please.
With my last breath I say to myself
"Soldier , be at ease."

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