Thelma N. Shutters
THIS WAR IN MY MIND
This I can see within my mind
The things many will not face
Details of the most horrid kind
Maybe the end of human race
Arms and legs all strewn about
The blood dripping in the sand
I hear soldiers moan and shout
As one is searching for his hand
Gasping, choking for clean air
Through the masks that don’t fit
Their blinded in cold dark stares
There is no relief for them to get
Then in the sand the bodies burn
As the bombs reach far and wide
Though soldiers never will return
Many bowed their heads to cry
Filling and zipping the body bags
With a stench no one could bare
The neat uniforms turned to rags
They wonder if their nation cares
Our war planes shot to the ground
With the missiles of precision aim
Bursting bombs, exploding sounds
As our soldiers are caught aflame
Here innocence will have no place
Even some must be human shields
Now the enemy won’t show a face
As our dead heroes lie in the fields
If you really think war brings peace
Just imagine what we all might bear
Imagine your child to be deceased
Then please tell me this war is fair
It’s so easy to send another’s child
While our child is at home and fine
Though just trade places for a while
You may see This War In My Mind
©Copyright March 3, 2003 by Thelma N. Shutters