All For Oil.

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As my friends lie dying, in my mind I see their mothers crying, not because of the work they have done, but because they'll never again see their son, as I hide, I show my cowardly side, those whose lives they gave, they are the brave, when we saw the tank, all our hearts sank, the bullets fly all around, as we hit the ground, the Goverment thought this was sly, but they haven't seen their comrades die, the debris rumbles, as buildings crumble, we all fire, not wanting to die our only desire, mortar after mortar fell, surely I must be in Hell, our lives the Goverment sell, on a war whose beginning we forgot, whose end I see not, our fates have been sealed, for now we lie in Arlington Field.





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Brandon Campbell said...
Oct. 8, 2011 at 6:29 pm
Ignore my previous comment, it seems that now it's there.
 
BCampbell said...
May 11, 2011 at 10:28 am
So apparently despite being emailed by the publishers of Teen Ink, this poem that I wrote wasn't published in the magazine, even though they actually told me that they had printed it into the magazine. But when I do a search on this site for published work only, this poem doesn't show up. That's just kinda messed up to me.
 
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