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 http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-4.php