Forever In The Sand:
It
was long ago
Still
I dream
No
longer a boy, yet not a man
Buried
beneath the desert heat
I
lay still in the sand
I
breathe the hot air through a short reed
Breath
shallow
Lonely,
scared, silent
Never
moving
I
feel the heavy boots
I
hear the brutal rhetoric
I
fear for my life
I lay still
I lay still
Makarov
pistol under my chin
I
can choose
Blow
my brains out or kill
Die
in battle
Die
as a man
I
am no killer of men
I
lay still
I
lay silent
Scared
I
smell the burning rubber
I
hear the screams of woman
The
shouting of men
Shrieks
echoing around my head
My
cousin little Ishma
4
years old
The
smell of burning tires
I
knew
I
rose from my shallow grave
Sand
flying
The
sweat from my brow burning my eyes
Keffiyeh
flapping in the night wind
Vision
Obscured
Dark
is the night
I
kneel
I
aim
I
shoot twice
Dead
A
moment of silence
I
fear no more
My
brothers rise from the desert
Shouting,
screaming, gunfire
Confusion
& fear
We
finished the job
Our
youth lost
Our
souls scarred forever in time
Now
my brothers have tragically passed
Still
I remain to dream
(Written
by an Unknown Boy - 1981)
No comments:
Post a Comment