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Iraq: Walk In Hell

by Jersey D Gibson

The heat's gotten to me again,
sweat pouring down my face.
The temperature's rising again,
sweltering, feel like melting.

Bugs and flies where ever I go,
God, I can't take it another minute.
Dreading when the bullets fly,
God, it feels like I'm gonna pass out.

Drink water, you tell me again,
perspire it before I finish it.
Take salt, you tell me again,
can't you see it running down my face?

Walk in hell,
the blistering heat.
Walk in hell,
I can't feel my feet.

Sun pounding down on me,
thermometer broke at the top.
Heat rising like an oven,
cooking me all the way well done.

Sunburnt through my uniform,
as red as a lobster.
Peeling all over my body,
God, can I take more of this?

Can't ignore the dangers,
can't forget where I'm at.
Walking the new beat in Iraq,
walking the new beat in hell.

Walk in hell,
burning in my new reality.
Walk in hell,
just another heat casulty.

05/05/2005

Posted on 05/06/2005
Copyright © 2024 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/07/05 at 12:09 AM

Wow! Jersey, this is graphic and I can feel the heat and smell the danger. Excellent work!
~Chelle~

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