Poem: What Price Pride?

Stanley W. Shura
What Price Pride?

It's not a noble thing for which I wield my gun.
It's not my duty to make my land number one.
I'm not a servant, I am not my country's son!
I stand in front - ready - 'cause I must get 'er done.

I buzz my hair and snap salute to hold my gun.
It's not about me, sir! Identity? I've none.
I'm not the point. Ego won't get the battle won!
I wield my willing hand 'cause I must get 'er done.

I hold the glory that it is to use my gun.
I rush headlong - headstrong! - into the rising sun.
I live my destiny. The battle has begun!
I live and serve to fight 'cause I must get 'er done.

I did not know the power of the other's gun.
I see myself below me - one shot through the lung.
I sought to fulfill my mission. I was so young!
I lived and died to mean something! And now I'm done.

Published by Stanley W. Shura

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  • Kady the Hippie Woodstock5/2/2008

    war makes me sad!!!!! however, this was a really good poem!

  • Stan W.5/1/2008

    Thank you! No, I have never served in the armed forces. I just tried to "take myself to a place" to try and understand the psychology and mindset of an eager young soldier.
    -stan

  • Yeshuan5/1/2008

    Excellent poem. Have you been in battle? I have not read your CP page yet.

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