No Jury In An Upside Down World

Red blood splashes on muddy terrain: ambushes booby traps fatigue jackets waiting for the enemy... 98 degrees in the sun, encountering and returning fire; life barely there and war’s longest refrain plays on. There is no jury within hostile grounds, despite patriotism caught between triggers as shadows of night weep for freedom’s balm; no courtroom, unlike before, to defend prisoners of the Wall, or Mekong… their scraped turmoil diluted over canned loaf and juice, unheard. Young knees deep in enemy ‘s clay… a voice ringing, “ Shoot!”, a motto of allegiance for homeland, while the instinct to live kicks, rams into higher gear… young soldiers too focused to see the eye of fear. Where is the jury within hostile ground? Only heaven can discern a topsy-turvy sense of man's unrighteousness... As war’s longest refrain plays on, and on. ```````````````````````````` John Hamilton's Upside Down World Contest Re-posted 3/7/2017 Written 3/21/2016