Free Cee Gum and Gunfire

GUM AND GUNFIRE I SIT AT MY KITCHEN TABLE COMFORTABLY EATING A MANGO WITH OREO COOKIES while a father fights off fearfulness fervently in a far off forest deep in Da Nang Where even the trees have fangs And hang high to hide hideous and headstrong soldiers Snipers Mid maddened vipers, with archenemies, arch-rivals, and arduous anarchists Foes frightening with lightning at their ready Amidst a mist of misery Coated and covered in covert cruelty With the blood of their foe as fire……. As their desire Mired in a dire and maniacal moment As fear ferments And dents the steel that protects peacefulness from its protagonists Fear, fists, fights, fire, moonlit nights with mortars making madness And swords sworn upon unto sadness Yet and still it goes on and on No president to set a precedent No leader to lead us unto peace No Major who majored in how to end a seemingly endless conflict that conflicts with one’s conscience No general who could use the words truce, accord, ceasefire and armistice as more than just that General’s generalities Which aid in the furtherance of an inferno Where mother’s and father’s bodies are fed as fuel for fire And the flames are fanned by the hand of a demon cruel As flesh fries And a child dies While a deafening death knell rang Deep in Da Nang………………. My brother and I I didn’t My brother, he did……….. He died I know I hovered my hand above his mouth so as to scoop up his very last breath That but a molecule of his essence might seep deeply into my soul and palm well clenched To reside within until I do similarly as he did Yet surely not as valiantly Nor serving, once again, a country, that I, today do so revile…………… My brother will be with me for as long as my forever is forbidden to fade away To be with him for forever or as close to forever as one can really ever come t’would cause complete chaos thus to calm As I see his silhouette and soul sink into serenity And secret themselves somewhere between the jungle that called him to duty And the sense of duty that urged him unto that jungle, For him to die Why? Because he didn’t…………… First Sergeant Steven Crow didn’t say no…………….. When asked to go 1990…..Jackie Christopher (jackie christopher wrote this for me, he is the main character in a novel i wrote entitled "confessions of a latter day sheep thief) (c) copy write............2012....PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~