War

• Samra Baljevic,
• Poetry
• 2007

People die everyday for a guy with no name,
They serve our country but their fate is always the same,
Hoping to survive just one night,
These soliders put up one final fight,
No shelter to keep them from the rain,
No reality to keep them all still sane,
Fire and guns are used in this game,
It's hard to keep everyone out of harms way,
Millions waiting in a line,
For the Captain to give off a sign,
Fury buried deep within their hearts,
This war is going to tear everyone apart,
The spillage of blood wasted on a mortal crime,
As men prepare to fight arm to arm,
Restless all the soliders have become,
Everyone’s dead, it leaves just some.