In Marked Territory
Battered bricks in broken streets of chaos and destruction
All that's left is billowing smoke from bomb blasted buildings
The sky is a different color now, the smell is of death
My team huddled against these ramshackle walls, holding our breath
Knowing we're all in marked territory within the enemies den
The Enemy, not even sure if that's them for it may be us
But no matter we are just carrying out our orders...For what?
To impose our philosophies and way of life, is that even right?
So many thoughts we shouldn't think for it's our job to just fight
Footsteps echo as they pound the pavement, scoping up right then left
One, two, three, the count of the enemy trigger finger sets
Safety off moving silently into shooting position, breathe in
All targets backs are a clear shot, remember these are bad men
Sweat frozen on hot sweaty cheeks as cold ice fills my veins
Tap, tap, tap three more rebels deceased totaling 10 for the day
Bile fills my throat then erupts out of my mouth, death is its taste
A sudden chill the feeling of being watched from somewhere somehow
Knowing just seconds before the bullet enters and splatters my brain
Just another marked man in this territory where we all die the same
Written for poetry contest "This or That, Vol. 28" 10/19/2024
Hosted by: Edward Ibeh Title: In Marked Territory
Copyright © Brian Davey | Year Posted 2024
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