I am found where I don't want
to be
Lock and load and
follow me
Into the jungle luscious
green
Shake me hard is this
a dream
Lock and load keep
head down
Enemy in jungle they make
no sound
Ghost in the jungle moving
so quiet
Their weapons on ready
willing to fight
A hail of bullets like
never seen
Can't wait to leave this
jungle luscious
green
No time to stop against a
tree to lean
Need to set an ambush before
we are seen
Sitting down by the trail
to wait
Walking the trail they know
not their fate
Raising my weapon I fire
every round
The fire fight is over all lay
on the ground
This jungle luscious green now
turned red
Each trip into the jungle the
more I go the more
I dread
I can't wait to return to lawns
luscious green
And pursue the American
dream
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now turned red. Yes, life really has many faces.