A Day In Iraq Poem by Philip Lore

A Day In Iraq

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The air is thick, burns your eyes.
Snakes, scorpions, swarms of black flies.
The desert here is like a dump,
Scrawny camels with one little hump.

Gun shots, rockets, mortars explode,
Searching for IED's along the road.
The children I see, are homeless and lean,
Fear in their eyes from the death they have seen.

I pass the rubble, that once was a home,
A stray dog barking, all skin and bone.
Deep bomb craters litter the ground,
Bodies rotting in holes all around.

Weapons quiet, held by a still hand,
Another lying broken in the warm desert sand.
Gun trucks burning, with bodies inside,
These are the visions I keep and I hide.

Sometimes I think I'm going insane,
Fighting sandstorms, the sun and the rain.
I'm leaving in four months,
I'll never look back,
At the time that I've spent,
Fighting hard in Iraq.

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Philip Lore

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