Depression, suppresion of the Iraqi people
Call for the brave, no longer feeble
Statues down of their once ruler
No longer reigns, no population puller.
Uday, Qusay the tyrants sons
No longer on power, now the weak ones
The search goes on to find their dad
In tunnels and bunkers below Bagdad
Operation Red Dawn, captured a want
His name Saddam, not worth the font
His reputation, now no longer a curse
This Iraqi nation, prayfully past their worse.
Let me take you back to 45
Berlin fallen, families died
But proud Germans, despised their leaders
To write a new, gain worthy readers.
Back to Iraq, as the forces cement
Sunni and Shia - Kurds will repent
Sadly not true, as markets ask
Suicide bombers, an impossible task
To police each person, on any given day
Won't stop their carnage as they like to play
Kalasnikov, Bullets and RPG
The currency of war, as countries will see
And to be truthfully honest, how do we repair
Stay at home watch TV, thank god i'm not there
The lines below are not errors by me
They are indeed tears, of the fallen you see
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It beggars belief, to open ones eyes
As another race, just wants to despise
As History has shown, whether neigbour or friend
I doubt Human Race will ever buck the trend
We will continue to kill, maim do or die
The End.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war.php
(For Contest: Foreign War)
There you are...face to face with me...on Skype...
thousands of miles away. A soldier, but still my son;
Lieutenant Colonel, US Army, Iraq War, February 2004.
You tell me you are safe. After all, you are an officer;
Brigade Commander, an engineer...you have guards.
You are ready...trained so well for survival. But still...
things can happen, and they have, even to officers.*
Each day haunts us: are you a target on that helicopter?
Are you directing military feats near the war zones?
Will there be hidden roadside bombs on your paths?
Will suicide bombers breach the green zone at night?
Too many scenarios; too many bad stories in the news.
As an officer, you have to send out those sad letters
about your lost soldiers...your men, your comrades...
to families...now in deep shock with broken hearts.
Too many sons...some daughters...not coming home.
Our hearts ache for them; their waiting is now over.
Dad and I, your sisters, your wife, and children wait.
The days, weeks, months...years, drag by slowly;
many missed Thanksgivings, Christmases, birthdays.
Finally...your deployment ends; prayers are answered.
Safely, you come home from the war, September 2006;
two years and seven months of worry...missing...waiting.
Now...fourteen years later...many others...still waiting.**
Sandra M. Haight
~2nd Place~
Premiere Contest: Foreign War
Sponsor: Lewis Raynes
Judged: 05/29/2017
(Revision of a poem posted September 6, 2015)
*Operation Iraqi Freedom: Officers Killed In Action: 427, Wounded: 1,880
**March 19, 2003: President Bush launches the invasion of Iraq
December 15, 2011: President Obama declares an 'end' to the Iraq War.
However, now in 2017, many more soldiers are still being deployed to Iraq...
no real end...and 'war' continues with casualties. The Iraq War is listed as
America's 3rd longest foreign war.