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John Cervone Poem
When Will My Nightmare End?
You left behind your fathers and mothers;
you left behind your husbands and wives.
You put on hold, your very lives.
You traveled to a land and stated
You have come to help all those slated
to be victims of a regime outdated.
At night you drove ahead,
into a nightmare filled with dread.
Into streets filled with danger.
Completely wary of any stranger.
To what end you asked in pain?
What in the world can we possibly gain?
The only answer you could find
was in your heart and all you left behind.
As you drive these haunted streets
the sound of gunfire so close it speaks.
It speaks of dangers still unknown,
it screams of evil to atone.
This land, in truth, is death and sand
it is truly a "NO man's land"
By; John Cervone
This is dedicated to all the National Guard Troops who served in IRAQ.
Copyright © John Cervone | Year Posted 2013
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John Cervone Poem
As the crowd cheered his entrance,
el toro looked at the beauty and pageantry of the event.
His heart swelled to know that he had a role to play in all of this celebration.
Too late he discovered that his role would be his last.
As the lance and spears pierce his flesh does he cry in pain?
Does he mourn the fact that his only sin is that of being a powerful, feared animal?
Does anyone partaking in this ceremony realize that he is one of God's creations
and not meant to be slaughtered in this manner?
As the matador pierces his body with his sword, what are his final thoughts?
His death has brought celebration to many - a sad way to have one's spirits lifted
seeing a beautiful creature of God destroyed for the entertainment of a few.
I am sure the Lord did not blink as this travesty was played out, I am sure He cried for His creation
even if no one else would.
Copyright © John Cervone | Year Posted 2013
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