Come Soon Poem by Yiro Abari High
Come Soon
In the northeastern corner
Under a furious sun
We come against enemy guns
But there's treachery in the air
No love, no care
I look into the sky
I cry
In the heat of the desert
It's only warm for the foe
As the desert sand bake soles,
Sectarian guns take souls
Lifeless comrades are strewn
Atop desert sand dunes
I'm left alone
Alone, to mourn
I look into the sky and cry
Hoping you'll come soon.
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