No Complaints
As everyday is different as i walk
the lands to me that are unknown.
I fear nothing but it kills me everyday
inside that i see this. My body
fills with anger to know that people
constantly complain about the little things
in life while i call this place home till i can escape.
i dont get to hear crickets at night and hear the
night air blow. I hear the helicopters fly above
dropping bombs to the unknown and shots
of bullets to those we are fighting for our sources.
As you get to stop and smell the roses and see
the beautiful sky when i smell blood, sweat and tears
from our enemies and my own brothers.
Dont be upset when you cant find the time to work
sleep into schedule because i dont even know what that is.
You complain that your hot and sweaty, feeling dirty. You
cant bare it anymore. while i live in my uniform that reprsents
the united states. The sun is unbearable here. Im soaked of sweat
as if i jumped into a pool. I wish i have because i havent took
a shower in days. Sometimes it a week.
When your food order isnt right think about me and feel
lucky that you have atleast something as sometimes
my stomach growls vicisously for something to scarf down.
When i return back to the states i can never complain another day
for what i use to before i witnessed the days that i did here.
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