Black Smoke Rising

His boots are trekking through a foreign land Rifle ready to deliver death.... But it's his blood that stains the desert sand And it's there he draws his final breath Bullets fly along a lonely desert road As soldiers fight hard to survive Another IED explodes Causing more to lose their lives As the battle rages on They radio for air support Soon their enemies will be gone Blown away in war's distort In a town not far away They see black smoke rise The town is now a ruin of gray As jets go roaring cross the sky Dead bodies are strewn on the ground As they look on with merciless eyes Death echoes all around As they hear the children cry 5/21/17