Free Cee He Does Not Underhand
HE DOESN'T UNDERHAND
It's another dark dank morning and it's time to rise and shine
jump out of bed that's just about eroding
it's another uncertain day with blood as a significant sign
it's another morning as he awakes to bombs exploding
his comrades band together early in the morning
never certain of what will come to be
the week before the platoon was mourning
weeping for a brother who fought an enemy he could not see
it's three-thirty and the sun is still asleep
as the sergeant screams out orders in the dark
it's pouring rain but they must fight in mud that's knee deep
and the sergeant didn't scream so much as bark
this is Private Bell's first day of duty in the mid-east
fighting for oil, money and an agenda he doesn't understand
his rifle has yet to be fired at any enemy or any beast
but the enemy's did and blew off Private Bell's left hand
© 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
Copyright © Jeffry Cohan | Year Posted 2012
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