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Rooks Of The Sky
by Jersey D GibsonCan you see the land below,
between this place and hell;
I'd choose hell.
Lives spent out just like ants,
muzzle flashes like firecrackers;
ending lives.
A gigantic chess board of war,
pawns don't get second chances;
nor do the innocent.
Chopper blades hide the noise,
no shrieks of lost souls;
turn a deaf ear.
Scrap alone the rooftops again,
forward and sideways strafing;
all guns a'blazing.
Captured their king so long ago,
why do they continue this game?
we want out. 04/04/2005 Posted on 04/04/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 05/27/06 at 12:23 PM Wonderful analogy with the chess references. Spells it all out as a horrid senseless game.Wishing you were all home. No, wishing you never had to go in the first place. |
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