An American Soldier
I am an American Soldier
In the Special Forces, of woes
My Duty in Iraq, gives me such fear
Yet, I stand in the midst of my Foes
I live and I sleep, on the Battlefield
I dream of my family, back home
I wake up with bullets around me
Open Wounds and many Broken Bones.
They say, that I’m fighting for Freedom
I should stand tall and not cry, with fear
But the pain that I see, all around me
Makes me question the Freedom, we give
For the ones whose Freedom, we’re fighting for
Is not wanted, when we’re Spilling the Blood
So, why do we fight for a freedom?
When it is not welcomed, with the enemies Love.
Yes, I’ll stand and fight for their Freedom
I will still give my Life for their Right
To live in a Land where Freedom should ring
Without Harm, Evil or Plight
I may not have all of the answers
For others to see and accept
I only know that I want to go home
Be at peace with my Duty, Then Rest.
By: Patty Ritter
Copyright © Patty Ritter | Year Posted 2017
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