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Dedicated to Iraqi Citizens who face the pain of war and disruption in their country

Eves In Baghdad

I close my eyes as I lay down to slumber
The sirens of wartime fill the sky
The echoes of whistling and falling
Bombs and missiles resound in my ears
The detonations of explosions nightly
Fill my mind with apprehension…
Will my fellow citizen be there tomorrow?
Will my local market store
Be a place of rubble and debris
Will my place of worship and history
Become a commodity of past
Will the infirmary I need
Still be available at the same place
Will my residence be hit tonight?
Will I live to see the morning light?
Fear runs rampant through my mind
As each shadowy eve approaches
The sounds of marching footsteps
Overtaking the thoughts in my mind
My life has become a pawn in war games
For trade, barter, and sale
For the elusive head of a man
That is my leader and ruler
From a nation we have done
Nothing to hurt or maim
They guarantee ultimate freedom
Of my leaders violent ways
Words that have an empty hollow ring
Of an oath made in previous days
I pass through my daily life
Fearing now what I say and do
May leave me shot and dead along
The dusty roadside because
I may misinterpret their words
I lay my head down upon the cushion
These thoughts linger in my mentality
Terror of the nighttime events to come
As the eve of bombs in Baghdad
Begin over once again.



Dedicated to the US Soldiers who fight for my country and the mixed feelings of this war we all have

Eves in Baghdad (Part II)

I sit in this hand-dug trench
My unit and gun by my side
I fight for my beloved country
The colors of red, white and blue
I do not ask the reasons why
I am a soldier for my motherland
This is my commitment and promise
I will never forsake my oath
We barrage the skies at night
Strategically let off to protect
The many innocents of this land
The smells of burning fill my senses
The unbearable heat mists my eyes
I am in a foreign country who
May or may not want me here
While my family prays for me
Across the many miles of sea
I walk the streets during daylight
Seeing the faces of my enemy
Who also may be my friend?
I will give aid to whomever I can
But must guard for the disguised ally
I must live with the looks of fear
From the innocent victims of war
As they look to me as the cause
Some thank me for my service
While others ask me to go home
I am a strange man in a strange land
Settling in my trench for the night
As the eve of bombs in Baghdad
Begin over once again.

author: Kimmyjean

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