Treasure Island

Philip Lore

(Jersey City New Jersey)


Long ago, my heart used to sing,
Now I'm fighting here,
Surrounded by Deaths burning sting.
Vacant eyes seek to find,
Reeling thoughts inside a soldiers mind.
In the present, will there come a time?
When I can forget these memories,
Leave them all behind.

I see courage in every soldier,
Loyalty in their eyes,
I see terror in a soldier,
Right before he dies.
I see strength in every soldier,
With love deep in my heart,
Our strength and willingness to sacrifice,
Makes soldiers stand apart.

Bullets whizzing, mortars explode,
Rockets cratering the ground,
Terrifying noises day and night,
Stay alert....
Stay alive...
Keep your sense,
When you're in a firefight.

War is death,
Four more months...
I hold my breath.
War is pain,
In this hostile land,
I fight each day in the blowing sand.

Submitted: Friday, February 06, 2009

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