Poem: Sixth of April
Sixth
of April
Inspired by true events of US
Veteran Scott Smiley
No soldier ever learnt to fight the bullets
flying by his head,
No soldier was trained to see his wounded
friend take his last breath,
All you read of are those brave men on borders,
Who you are proud of, As they serve the country
when it orders.
Sixth of April,
Was one such day. Intelligence informed about
Car bombs ready to slay.
The platoon took the streets of Mosul and
patrolled,
Until they found what they were looking for.
In a corner stood a man, who looked suspicious
But I couldn’t shoot him until sure of his
intentions. Because
No soldier was ever taught to achieve mission
with maximum force.
Because warfare was about completing mission
with minimum resource.
Next to
him was a car with rear sagged towards the ground,
It had to be the one which I was told about.
I yelled ‘Get
out’
To clear my wariness,
But he agonized me with his calmness.
At the shot of two rounds he clicked a button,
The air filled itself with smoke and gun powder
The car had blew up and metal pierced my eyes
In this fight for right, I lost my sight
To see my son I hold in my arms now.
To see him crawl, walk and run,
To see him touch the sky.
All this soldier sees is a nightmare of that
day
No soldier but,
Only the dead have seen the war end someday.
but on a day like this when its,
Sixth of April
I just wish that man was simply strolling the streets of Mosul.
Very good poem. Your word selection shows your vocabulary richness. Well-done keep it up.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much for the comment. I really appreciate the time you gave to read and review it. I will try to keep up the richness in other works too.
ReplyDeleteThe comment made me feel like a good writer.