Chicano Poet

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Rest In Peace


Traveling Through The Dark

Traveling through the dark though it is day
we find two bodies in the road
unrecognizable and booby-trapped,

quite sure they’re the two kidnapped soldiers
from the checkpoint,
no faces left, the bellies beginning to swell,

what must they have felt and thought
as they were tortured,
were they thinking, “God, I’m glad

the President sent us here, I’m glad
every Republican in America supports us
and would gladly take our place if they could?”


Traveling through the dark though it is day
we find two bodies in the road
and we don’t recognize ourselves.

2 Comments:

At 9:19 AM, Blogger FossilGuy said...

Amen and Amen to that!
A very 'grabs you' poem.
Thanks! 8)

 
At 11:25 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,fossilguy.

 

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