Peace
I saw a burning soldier in the sand
I couldn't tell if he was friend or foe
I just stood and watched him burn
my heart and mind accustomed though
to what would make the state side stomach churn
Mothers holding children charred
black or sometimes white
faces frozen forever pain and fright
I curse the day my heart grew hard
I still and will obey
I took the oath
I raised my hand
I saw a burning soldier in the sand
I hoped he had found peace
and turned to walk away
Copyright © Robbie Brusberg | Year Posted 2007
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