Nancy L. Meek


Perhaps you’ve seen some… saluting orders
“Kill or be killed!” “Show no mercy for the foe!”
the bellowed commands embedding such fear,
it pushed them over the edge of no-turning-back,
joined by their new bros now serving in Iraq.

Perhaps you’ve seen some… alone in a crowd
waiting for the impact of the next bomb, so loud
their hearing is shot and their nerves are a wreck,
wounded in spirit, their former morals scarred,
bludgeoned in mortal shells appearing unmarred.

Perhaps you’ve seen some… roaming our streets,
hungry ghosts of veterans’ still suffering from war,
doomed to wander… angry, breaking the rules,
fighting the status quo till their last valiant breath,
properly buried for braving such a slow death.