Chicano Poet

Thursday, May 10, 2007


after Vallejo, of sorts

On an otherwise peaceful, dusty road
an American soldier lay dying.
A fellow soldier was pleading, don’t die.

Two other fellow soldiers came up
and said, don’t leave us,
but he kept on leaving.

The medics arrived, started first aide,
begged him not to die,
but he kept on dying.

An email came from back home,
the attachment contained photos of wife & kids,
but he went on dying.

Even the enemy reared his ugly head,
repented, asked for forgiveness,
but the American soldier kept on dying.


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