Non-Erotic PoetryWar DiariesDay One
As the sun soaks my face for the first time
My boot touches the ground
This place seems to be endless sand
My seat mate jokes “Welcome to the beach”
As we walk across the burning asphalt
Our boots sticking every second step
I think “Why the hell here”
What were the politicians thinking
In the distance black smoke rises
A distant thud echoes to the airport
“Welcome to the war boys”
says a scarred battered soldier
I look him in the eyes and see sheer terror
I wonder again
“Why the hell here”.
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