Iraqi Suicide Poem by James Casey

Iraqi Suicide

Lying on the sand, looking at the stars
His life nearly over, nothing left but scars

He searches for his dream, letting out a sigh
Wishing she was here, as he searches the clear sky

Why is he back here, why isn't he there?
Isn't there anyone, who really gives a care?

Was it all worth it, he had the choice to stay
And if he could, he would return today

He's lived, through unbearable hell
The outcome, only time will tell

He knows just where, to place the shot
He's sure, that, it's the very best spot

We all will know, at the gunshot end
He is gone, we, no longer can pretend