[Newspoetry] our troops!
DL Emerick
emerick at tds.net
Mon Aug 27 14:19:14 CDT 2007
Soldiers are just people like us,
but in uniforms.
Soldiers are men and women,
All of them have families somewhere,
Some of them even have lovers
And their own families, too,
Back in the US of A,
Just like us.
Only were here and theyre not.
Oh, sure, soldiering is a job,
A risky occupation, you might say,
Like being a cop, or a fireman, or a miner,
or any number of other jobs
if we ignore the hails of bullets
and the roaring of bombs.
The pay is lousy,
The benefits are few
The hours are irregular,
The results of your labors unclear
And no one really appreciates your work,
But isnt that true of me and you, too?
A soldier is a representative, you see
Even though no one elected him or her,
To be there, instead of us,
Standing and fighting,
Wherever the high commanders say,
Safely in a distance,
far from the fray.
A soldier has bosses,
And obeys them, just like us
And when they tell a soldier jump,
She rises somehow and leaps.
The high commanders move a token on the board.
They color pretty maps
and draw charts stained red-white-blue.
A soldier turns white when as blood runs red,
Out on the thirsty sands,
Where his stilled body lies,
Staring up sightlessly,
at skies so blue.
There may have been questions,
Ones that he wanted to ask
Like Why am I dying here? or
What will become of you after me?
His body comes back home,
But he does not return.
A politician uses the occasion,
To talk, as politicians always do,
When they arent partying
Or pretending to be true.
The politician talks, and waves a flag,
and utters his utter nonsense like
W must win or lose
Because he cant think,
Except in black and white,
Nor bear to think on Gods possibility --
Of the likes of me and you,
Or of this body, our soldier,
That he lost in his lost cause.
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