Non-Erotic PoetryWar Diaries Day FourWar Diaries
Day Four
Yesterday was a bad day
Here we were driving along
Then boom
A cloud of dust
I swear I saw a leg
Fly past our windshield
All I remember hearing was
"Shit, we are dead"
Then nothing but the crackle of the radio
Where a second ago was a voice
Do we stop
Hell with that, there is nothing we can do
Crap I hate this place
Crap I just want to go home.
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