The World Back Home...The Soldiers Life Poem by Philip Lore

A baby is born on a bright sunny day,
Soldiers dying in Iraq today.
Business men with their hot latte,
Soldiers hiding their fears away.
Children frolic, running around,
Soldiers dead on the battleground.
Stars fill the sky on a summers' night,
Soldiers fighting, shooting on sight.
People on the beach with a golden tan,
Soldiers had to fight in Viet-Nam.
Teenagers drinking Cola, eating pizza pie,
Soldiers very young, waiting to die.
Boys kissing girls up on lovers lane,
Soldiers fight in the heat... die in the rain.
Boyfriend and girlfriend take in a show,
Soldiers in Korea, they froze in the snow.
A wife shops for food in the grocery store,
Soldiers have to fight for a year in this war.
Workers are proud of the streets they pave,
Soldiers buried in an unmarked grave.
Lovers talking on the telephone,
Soldiers wounded in a battlezone.
Priests bury soldiers whey they die,
Mothers and Fathers never understand why!