Yes Drill Sgt Sir..

Aingealicia

Cadence call.

Yes Drill Sergeant Sir.

Cadence,

Call.

Let them know you.

Your left, your left,

your left, right, left.

Rock to the sound,

the sound of the beat.

The heart.

The street.,

the beat of your feet,

on the pavement that cries.

As the blood shall spill.

How many,

how many more do we kill?

Yes, Drill Sergeant Sir.

Can you hear the sound of the cadence?

The cadence call.

Your left, your left,

your left, right, left.

To the sand to play I must go.

Your left, your left,

you get the drill stand in line.

Grab the gun,

walk with me under,

under the sun..

Your left, right, left.

The packs are heavy,

as salt falls on my eyes.

It is better than those at home,

tears are more their size,

for they know not of the...

Cadence call.

That draws my feet neigh.

Your left, your left.

Rise you from the slumber,

as you set your mind at ease.

To sit at home under a tree,

if only to feel the breeze.

Your left, right, left.

Blood for oil,

oil for blood.

What does it matter?

Sand and liquid make mud.

Come fight your own damn war,

you leaders of men.

Fuck you,

I want to go home again.

Your left, your left

I got a daughter I used to kiss to sleep.

What the hell,

what the hell do you have to keep?

Shit, what was that?

As the flash in the air.

Lights fill the night with a second blink

to spare.

Your left, right left.

As the piercing slides right in.

I stair and see,

it is the same man,

staring back at me.

The cadence upon our lips.

Your left, right, left

All I can think.

As the chopper comes down.

Taking both of us.

Even though our sides are

not of the same ground.

"You Bastards,"

my mind yells,

"You psychedelic whores.

You send us to fight your God Damned bloody wars."

While sitting in your cushy homes.

Families sitting near by.

I said the man beside me,

as we heard the cadence called.

"Please Mr. Commanders in Chief,

We, as all Nations,

can we have some more?"

For after all aren't all sides,

fighting for the Dichotomy of War?

As he nodded in agreement,

The only difference between us two.

Were the different books of

faith we knew.

Your left your left

your left right left.

Published by Aingealicia

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  • Aingealicia4/6/2008

    You are very welcome. I very much agree. Thank you for reading this very important poem.

    Aingealicia

  • anniepa3/31/2008

    That is beautiful and inspiring and it really says it all about this mindless war! Thank you!

  • Aingealicia3/29/2008

    Thank you both so much. This poem means a great deal to me. I will be writing more.

    Aingealicia

  • Catdog3/25/2008

    Oh the days of going to the beach while my son sat asleep and I was gone...........I feel ya on this one!

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