A soldier fights for the good of his people,
The anxious coyote runs through the sand
the hot, hot sand against rough paws.
An eye stares through the glass of a sniper rifle.
The desert sun is hot enough for me.
The soldier fights for the peace of a nation.
They told me I couldn't be one of them.
They sent me a message,
Like boys with a new tree house.
No girls allowed.
The soldier fights against unknown evil.
I tried, I fought, and I knew I had a voice.
When the time had come,
Before I knew it, I was a solider,
Accepted just like the rest.
The soldier fights. Why? You don’t ask why.
They swallowed their pride and told me,
God is on your side; America is on your side.
You will fight. I shook my head in disbelief.
But fought is what I did.
The soldier fights, the solider dies.
No time to react, no time to take cover.
From the heat I did remove my helmet,
And before I knew it, standing next to the tank,
A bullet was sent straight through my cranial.
They say bring home our boys, our men of combat.
We’re losing our Sons, Husbands, and brave young men
Yet who ever thinks of women that serve?
We don't all cook and clean you know.
Author notes
I'm going to be honest, I've taken 5 month hiatus. I still can't find my poetry bug. I'll keep looking, i mean it should be somewhere.
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