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Dust or Torture

by Matt Forget

Driven by dust and wind
The windy dust
Dusty dirt whipping your face
As if you've snapped a whip
Blown through the shadows
To the place which saves you
Saves you from the whip
Saves you from the dusty eyes
Saves you from the mind blowing powers
Of which the wind foresees throughout you

You struggle and arrive
To find yourself
Submerged in what is equal
Equal to the displeasures of pain
Unbearable tactics set upon you
Forcing you, pushing you to extremes
A place you call safety
Is safety without safe
Where whipping is only the beginning
Pain is only a tickle
Love is nonexistant
Death of soul is probable

Choice is of the essense
Pain of wind and whipping dust
Pain of torture and careless acts
That's the choice our family has
Our country, our nation
As one has that choice
As we battle through the desserts
The endless sands of time
Given the choice of dust or peril


Save our Family
Save our World
Save the act of choice
From horror it has arrived to
Bring our family home.


Author's Note: To the troops everywhere in the world protecting the freedom of not ourselves here but ourselves throughout the world. Protecting our safety, our lives and the lives of everyone. A true hero is forever gratified as those who risk whipping dust, torture, pain, as long as they know that their families are safe, they will survive forever.

Posted on 09/22/2006
Copyright © 2023 Matt Forget

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 09/22/06 at 06:19 PM

Here, here... great write Matt

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