Chicano Poet

Friday, June 10, 2005

Henry’s Elegy For A Soldier With Uncaring Microsoft Sound

This soldier dies in wartime,
that soldier dies in wartime,
that soldier dies in wartime,

this soldier dies in the trenches,
this soldier dies from mustard gas,
that soldier dies impaled by bayonet,

this sailor is fried on the deck of his ship,
this Marine died on the beach,
this pilot died in mid-air,

Pete died in Vietnam
blown up at an ammo dump,
that Marine had his head blown off in Afghanistan,

war is hell the dead will tell,
war is hell the living dwell,
tada.

3 Comments:

At 7:06 PM, Blogger Billy Jones said...

Great work as always. Why can't our leaders see it?

 
At 12:45 AM, Anonymous gwen said...

Like this one.

 
At 2:57 AM, Blogger RC said...

Hi,Billy,our leaders know exactly what they're doing.It's not good for the country but good for big business.Hope our poetry does not run out of bullets.

Hey,Gwen,thanks for dropping by.Check your email!

 

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