Daniel Goncalves

Rookie (08/08/1989 / Scarborough, ON, CANADA)

For The Lost And Wounded - Poem by Daniel Goncalves

For the one who fought and took shrapnel in his back,
He looked around as he braised for the attack.
Falling to the ground, blood spilling out,
The pain he felt as he let out a shout.
Looking around thinking, is this the end?
Asking and questioning, this man was my friend.

For the soldier who traveled day after day,
Till one turn when we went the wrong way.
Before he left the gate his stomach felt sick,
A blast from beneath killed him ever so quick.
While at home his wife and child weep over their loss
A great soldier he was, not worth any cost.

For the man, searching for the enemy as he once stood next to me.
A bomb drops from above, and it is all he can see.
He was looking for the enemy and looking to kill,
When death found him first while looking up he stood still.

For the Corporal standing and walking through mines,
Their orders to clear past through the signs.
He hears a click, beneath his boot,
In seconds, his legs and an arm gone faster than his gun could shoot.

For all those who did their job and paid the ultimate price
Never you’re forgotten don’t ever think twice.
You live on forever in the others still here,
And we’ll always keep fighting, as you we hold dear.
You are the ones that have raised the bar,
And we’ll never forget the soldiers you are!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 3, 2010

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