Forget This War, I Just Want a Cigarette
FORGET THE WAR, I JUST WANT A CIGARETTE
Stuck in the middle of no man’s land lying; wrapped in barb
Each movement I make razor sharp edges rips into my garb
The stench is unbelievable; the blood, body parts and more
Is this my final end to die within this forsaken space of gore
In the distance I hear the rocket launchers as each expelled
Counting off the seconds as each into waste mud are felled
Silence; as each side seems to listen for something of worth
None hitting their targets as each rocket lands in bare earth
Never before have I had time; to idle about in such thought
About a war that never counted and, all the things it taught
If there was even a heaven above, then I’m looking at it now
I even see the faces of my love ones in each and every cloud
Thinking how ironic it is as in other’s deaths I’m given peace
As to enjoy my time within this my own blooded made niche
I cannot even have a cigarette as it would give my post away
To some eagle eye sniper looking for the smoke wisp of grey
Darn this barb made of the finest stainless steel wrapped me
My cutters no more than a few feet away, cannot set me free
My dead sidekick eyes are staring at me of the lightest of grey
No life to call his own at home; this might just be his best day
What the hell am I doing here; it’s not even my own lands war
Signed for life to get a better pension, I’m just an army whore
Is the blood I’m lying in even my own blood, I just can’t move
My backside settled in this stinking stench of a muddy groove
While counting flies in their masses that congregate on blood
I contemplate on a piece of nearby tarpaulin, to act as a hood
I draw it nearer in case it is lost in any winds, something more
As I see another pair of cutters within my reach so did I swore
Why did I not see this before; as under the tarpaulin, it did lay
With blooded and humble hands on this object I then did pray
That I may see another day away from this sodden ground wet
Then so on to safer ground, I might just get myself a cigarette
Indiana Shaw . . . -_-
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2019
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