For In a Doorway Lies
On an Iraqi street
Its all quiet and calm
The way it should be
Without the tyrants palm
Kids are playing
American marines patrol
They don't want to be there
But peace is their goal
A sudden silence
Greets the street
Then all hell breaks loose
Every one falls to their feet
An explosion so powerful
In neighbourhood shake
An all mighty blast
Delivered by mans earthquake
Shrapnel zips
And pings through the air
Voices in scream
Faces in blood run stare
The dust and debris
Drifts all around
As the marines rise
One hears, a crying sound
He follows the cries
For in a doorway lies
A boy of two
In bloodied apply
His small frame
Sodden of red
Lacerations aplenty
On the road to dead
The blanket he clutched
In crimson soak
This soldier, marine
In tear filled choke
He gently lifts
This fragile child
Another innocent casualty
As another war smiles
Sadly, there will be others
Through the months and years
When war will still smile
And ignore all the tears
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