Author: Justus Isaiah Richardson
I am a shadow on the rooftop,
I blend into the backdrop.
I am sent across the borders
With my rifle and my orders.
At the Company's insistence,
I drop my mark from a distance.
Then I return to my cover,
And hope my wife does not discover.
The secret life her husband leads,
She'd never understand his deeds.
But I'm not looking for salvation,
I do my job for this Nation.
Though I find in it no delight,
I chose to take up this fight,
To insure the safety of this land,
I hope God will understand.
That it is something I must do
To keep the world safe for you.
And so new orders now arrive,
Pray I make it home alive.
But in case this time I should die,
I will say one more good-bye.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Terrie* (188.8.131.52) -- Monday, September 8 2003, 05:11 pm|
Justus, this is a great poem...got a bit sad towards the end.... it is so true, a soldier one must take cover in any which way that he/she possibly can to survive in the batttlefield .sometimes that is all he/she can do to make it home alive..great writing...Terrie
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