Guerillas Poems - Poems about Guerillas

...Crawling down the tunnels Of Chu Chi I could almost imagine The Viet Kong guerillas Hiding deep under the tunnels As the land above is turned Into a temporary dessert With the vegetation......Read the rest...

...IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXIV IF ever I had a country proud of its sacred Soul Patrie And if ever by a long shot I was nominated - not spuriously elected - Chef Ministre d'Etat Ple......Read the rest...

...Some wanted to be tigers. The angels talked a few out of it, Two were led away, because they had a ridiculously silly hissy fit. Six were given tiger-status, and sent to an Indian village. I ho......Read the rest...

...Call me a pacifist activist deploring insanity of war, never a Fitbit moon-unit soldier of military industrial complex, this articulate baby boomer verily stupefied, openmouthed, dumbfounded at in......Read the rest...

...to dirt poor anonymous guerillas G.I. Jane or G.I. Joe who cross paths with each other, even those one doth not know when ordinary biases, callousness, denigration...doth full low o......Read the rest...

... Deadly chemicals parked in the cargo hold of an American military plane Destination: the jungles of Vietnam Guerillas in the mist ... communism with an Asian face is on the uptick It'......Read the rest...

...~My True Story 16 Years Of War~ !6 years of living in fear every minute, 16 years living with barely any electricity,water, food,hurt from humiliation standing in line for hours to maybe obtai......Read the rest...

...A quivering shadow shrouding a clouded pane Shared pain scribbled in the doleful rain Hollow words that broker heartache and disdain A sorrowful whistle emanating from a distant train Poorly trai......Read the rest...

...Zany yeomen xrayed Whales virtually unconcious, twice! Stating: "Rare quacking persisted on nightime meanderings!" Later, kinky journalists investigated Hamas guerillas found ......Read the rest...

...The writer I am in my dreams is more sophisticated than I am and sees the world as an untold story I mainly see the footsteps behind me Where I stepped softly so as not to call attention ......Read the rest...

...Early this morning, as I walking down to my lesson I passed my Irish colleague returning from a Shakespearean session Perhaps still thinking about the Bard, the King and the fool As he gingerly tr......Read the rest...

...Such heavy artillery, To whom shall we run, To God have we come, In pain and sad form, To state our hearts' deform, To stake our rights and reforms, You know that where two Elephants fight the ......Read the rest...