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Friday Poem: Blood in the Sand
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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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