Soldier Poem by Kimberly Baransky

Soldier



Alive and dying am I.
A zombie am I.
Trembling with grief stand I
in this terrorists's land,
my government-issued rifle in hand.

Now walking through the shadow of death
my head hangs low,
because I know
my violence caused this silence.

Thursday, April 20, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: grief,soldier
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