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Forgotten They move up the river on a patrol river boat. They turn off the engine while drifting afloat. A sound, they hear, so strange. They look up ahead see movement beyond. They hesitate for they are not very fond. For something, may hide, within range. They grab their guns ready to shoot. They try to remember to be very mute. Otherwise, they will, be seen. Again movement was made in their sight. They start to shoot, but wait maybe it might. Life form, could, be a child. The boat is destroyed in their hesitation. They were just there for our sovereign nation. Men, now, Forgotten Souls |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2007-11-26 22:19:13
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.87500
Thomas,
I think it's all a big game and nobody should die for the bankers of our wars.
Soldiers/a nation misled by our government and the powers that be.
Every single war was started for the greedy people. Started for reasons of self interest of the few.
Viet Nam started by a lie! Pear harbor, a set up! Desert Storm, Iraq, we're stealing their oil........
So many live impoverished, we're just making the simple man's life worse. I'm so ashamed and appalled,
Wars are money making times.
Our sovereign nation doesn't give a hoot!
Never has. It's all a joke on us.
It is a shame, yes Thomas.'
A good write
Dellena