July 6, 2010
Bombs burn like passion ablaze,
the heat in my mind is just a phase,
it guides my tongue through a maze,
of twisted stories false of heart,
so let me tell you from the start.
A simple man his name was john,
his uncles fought in vietnam,
he graduates highschool,
what a sucess.
what will he do in life?
what comes next?
he just cant decide,
he says,"maybe i
could serve some time
like my uncles left behind.
that would make my family proud."
The idea seemed to sing out loud.
He says his goodbyes, pardons and farewells,
Tells his family to write, friends as well.
After his bootcamp he is sent to iraq,
hes heard some stories, not sure of fact,
what to expect, what to see.
The first city is quiet, seemes like peace.
Perfect place for camp, "we can finally get some sleep."
In the stillness of the night,
candles seemed to burn just right,
A boy in johns platoon,
goes to use the restroom,
as he steps out of his tent,
a shot goes off, scaring the rest.
everyone is horrified, jumps to arms,
the boy is left dead, this is only the start.
john makes friends with his boys,
his boys become men,
they always stick together,
nothing could seperate them.
In the heat of battle, the boys are like one,
Like only one soldier, fighting under the sun.
Now its the last day, they've all served so much,
the boys are ready to go home, they've done enough.
Driving the jeep back to base camp,
an I.E.D is hidden in the sand,
the jeep hits the bomb, the car is sent hurling,
through the air curling, slides in the sand,
all the boys together, hand-in-hand.
When the car stops moving, john struggles but gets out.
He looks around the car, not a single man survived.
He falls to his knees and begins to cry,
he signed up for pride, just like any other.
he had met some few men, who he could call brothers.
When john arrives home, he is met with a general,
your brothers are being burried, will you attend the funeral?
he says,"yes sir, it would be an honor,
i want to see my brothers be seated at the right hand of the father."
The flags are folded, put with the caskets,
Tears are flowing, like the flowers in the baskets.
The boys are lowered into their eternal graves,
john says," wait, ive got one last thing to say."
he wipes his tears away, facing the men,
" these boys were the closest i've ever had to brothers, and hand-in-hand were always together.

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gymbabe This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 10, 2010 at 1:26 pm

This was great, sad, sweet, and well-expressed, very well-worded. Nice job.  Keep writing!

Btw, will you check out and comment on my work?

TheChemicalKidd replied...
Jul. 10, 2010 at 7:40 pm
of course! thanks for the feedback
gymbabe This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Jul. 10, 2010 at 7:44 pm
No problem.
clairexaudrey This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 9, 2010 at 1:08 pm
This is really good. I can really feel your passion in this poem. I like your other poems as well. Keep writing!
TSmitty247 said...
Jul. 8, 2010 at 8:40 pm
Hey brospeh u know how much i love this one dude i put some of my stuff up as well it be up and running tomorrow man
daddygirl said...
Jul. 8, 2010 at 1:11 pm
That is a really good poem keep up the good work. It really tells you how close soliders get to there fellow soliders. While working togethor.
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