A Soldier's Cry From A Foreign Land

by LaMesha L. Craft


Please let me make it home
In one piece
Donít let death get a hold on me

Fellow citizens do not understand
They are not living in this land
They are free to criticize
Nevertheless, fail to realize
I go where I am told
And that is it! 
I could care less about the politics.
Why canít they see
Protesting this war does nothing to help me!

Because whether or not I agree
This is a new kind of war,
You see,
The Geneva Convention
Does not protect me
From terrorists, snipers, or RPGís

So, do not convict my leadership
For shooting a round
To foil a plot, 
Look at how many deaths he stopped.

Do not use the word hero
In vain
Many have perished
Without an utterance
Of their name,

I am a mother, a father
A daughter, a son
A wife, a husband
A special someone.
I am a soldier, fighting a war!

Support me,
It is your freedoms I fight for!

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I dedicate this poem to my fellow service members. 


A Soldier's Cry From A Foreign Land by LaMesha L. Craft

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