While going through my old files that I’ve written in the last 10 years. I’ve came through this short poem (I am not sure if we can call it a poem) that I wrote (or tried to write).
I wrote this piece in summer 2006. And it is dedicated to all Iraqi soldiers who lost their lives while defending for our fathers’ land freedom, independence and prosperity.
The ‘poem’ isn’t perfect at all. I appreciate all harsh or not so harsh criticism. Hope you will like it.
As the comrades prepared their gear
Without any kind of reluctance or fear
As the assault has no control nor steer
Where the engagement could be very near
As I begun running here
We started to strike the rear
As the enemy shouldn’t be able to hear
While men already done the tear
As we sticked together like smear
When we are already going to shear
As we knew that some of us will meet the Dear
What a shout can’t be taken by any ear
We are at the tip of the Spear.
You may have noticed that I intentionally made the poem open to interpretations and it probably means nothing at all.