Somewhere

Though the sun shines in the sky 
It gives no heat 
The thunder is heard from a distance 
And whenever there's silence it's deafening

The streets are covered in dust 
Because there is no rain 
The smell of smoke overshadows the atmosphere 
It's getting harder to breathe 

Never keep a blind eye to your back
It can become the enemy  
Today you're called brother, tomorrow just another 

Head tied, face masked, weapon grasped firmly
Soldiers they are called 
Yet they have no training 

Run to the hills in search of rescue
Dying of thirst, these knees are weak 

Haven't slept in days the nights keep calling 
Been on the run for weeks
There's no home to go home to 

Fighting for peace, so many lives lost 
Pray for peace of mind 
But there's no peace of country 

Away from the chaos into the land of the unknown 
Stepped on a landmine and it exploded
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Hinshaw Avatar
July 7, 2018 at 4:07 PM
A very insightful write, Reginald - I enjoyed very much. Thx for your kind comment re the Solitude write. Welcome to the Soup family and best to you as you continue your poetical journey - Bob
Telemacque Avatar
July 14, 2018 at 12:10 PM
Thanks Bob
Man Avatar
July 5, 2018 at 5:46 AM
Hi Reginald.. I really enjoyed reading your creative work this morning. Your poem, my dog at my feet, and a hot cup a of Colombian coffee make for a perfect trifecta! Come see me today if you get a chance...
Telemacque Avatar
July 6, 2018 at 6:45 PM
Thank you lyric man
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July 4, 2018 at 7:58 PM
Powerful piece Reginald!
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July 6, 2018 at 6:45 PM
Thank you maureen
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