Soldiering On Poem by Ima Ryma

Soldiering On



The war continued to wage on,
Far, far away on foreign land.
At home, public support was gone,
Hard for soldiers to understand.
The enemy shot down his plane.
The pilot soldier survived that.
But the chance for rescue did wane,
'Cause who he was, where he was at.
Out of the blue, a copter came,
An angel flying into hell.
To save a soldier was the aim.
The soldier was saved, live and well.

There is a bond in soldierkind.
A soldier is not left behind.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Mclansky 12 January 2013

A soldier in a pointless war Stands his watch, a useless chore, There to guard, to hold the line Of politicians drinking wine; After pictures are forgot, In jungles, deserts, left to rot, Their bones melt into sandy earth, They're compost in their final worth

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