Ever wondered what the worst job was?
Sometimes ours must seem that way;
Well I got news for you, cuz...
Our soldiers in Iraq do it every day.
Patrolling streets in vulnerable Humvees,
Attacking strongholds, defending weak areas;
Al-Queda or muslim fanatics will not be appeased,
No job for anyone weak, or prone to hysteria!
Although their job seems to be getting better,
As terror cells and groups are destroyed,
Suicide bombers will suddenly make them wetter,
Blood sprayed about, as Osamas' proxies deployed.
Any employment here in our safe, war-free country,
Has to be better than this hazardous, yet honorable, duty.
Author notes
The blood coming out of the faucet, like all the blood splashed around by the suicide bombers in iraq and Afganistan, mostly innocent bystanders. Enough to fill an entire water system, I would wager.
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very good
this is an excellent and very diffrent, unexpected take on the picture
you did a wonderful job and im sur many here can relate and sympathise
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Thanks
I was already musing on the troops overseas, saw your prompt and thought I'd give it a whirl.
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Yes, this is a good poem ...
and a very sad one. Isn't it unique that the company making helmets for the soldiers has been exposed for shoddy workmanship. They were being sued for it with just weeks away from being convicted when the Bush regime placed an order for more helmets. Gotta love those rightwingers.
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