(OPERATION DESERT STORM)
(Author's Note: Discovered this 'treasure' whilst sifting through old notebooks. Wrote this many many, oh so very many, moons ago at age 17. It's funny to see how almost everything rhymed albeit sans punctuation, and yet I was more touched by Global tragedies than I (jaded and a bit indifferent) am now. I don't think this poem ever made it past the copybook (Was scribbled with an Ink-pen!) So now, adult Me would like to share it with all you talented Readers:-)
It’s true intentions disguised by beauty
The red-hot Sun was only doing its duty
Healing rays seeking to damage
The burning desert sand spewed
Death and carnage
Human limbs, grey metal twisted together
Blending in with the treacherous weather.
The corpse moved, it groaned aloud
His eyes opened
Tortured dreams were dreams no more
His disorientation grew more profound
Reality’s arrived, the dreams must go.
His trained mind slowly took in the scene
He reluctantly accepted what had been
He licked his parched lips, whispered with a sigh
“I am a soldier, I must not die.”
He lay inert, though not for long
For oh to soon, again it was Dawn
He began to cry
“O Lord forgive me, I want to die.”
His vision clouded, saw what was not there
The enemy closing in, but he hadn’t a care
Bombs, guns, the bloodthirsty men
Their leader; evil and ambitious, amidst them
His comrades were cut down a while ago
That’s when a bullet pounded his leg to bloody gore
He smiled…
Peace at last
He could see the Light
“Take me now, Lord, take me fast.”
Something wet interrupted his melodious haze
He opened his eyes, saw the Enemy face
Gentle, kind, a friendly gaze.
“Have no fear, I will not harm you...
For if I were down there, you would help me too.”
A chance to survive
He wondered why
“Oh well”, he thought,
“Perhaps Humanity’s still alive.”