Chicano Poet

Friday, September 10, 2004

Iraqi Flanders Fields

In this Iraqi
Flanders Fields
the poppies blow,

blown this way
and that way
by the desert winds.

We are the
dead GIs-----
we lived

just moments
along this dusty road.

Take up
our quarrel
with the foe:

The President
back home
who sent us here!


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