Out of the pit of night, there comes
A horrid fright, borne from the
Battles and the constant fire fights
The sand, like sponges, soaks the
Blood, while the land is ravaged
from orders up above, but the fighting
continues, while the kin folks at home
remain confused, our sons and daughters
wade through blood, sleep in mud,
all for a war the long went dud.
All rights belong to its author. It was published on e-Stories.org by demand of Richard Rodriguez.
Published on e-Stories.org on 10.06.2005.
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