My M24 and Me

My M24 and Me

 

They say Mosul

As if they know her

 

No one knows Mosul

She will not let them

 

Another coffee

Before the head count

 

Then fill those bloody

Body bags accordingly

 

Head shots are fine

For teaching children

 

How to shoot

On sunny days

 

Might that be a lark

On the horizon

 

Sundays now mean

Absolutely nothing

 

Not going home again

For certain maybe

 

Tomorrow’s just

Another numbered day   

 

 

 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

damn! somber and deadly serious ... doesn't matter which side it may or may not be .. the perspective of cold, hard and void come to mind as i shoulder that rig .... sheesh!!!!!!!! this is the second very serious poem in a row that i read ... wonder if its in the air or something :{ hope all is well with you sir
E.

[Neville]

all is well Gene.. cheers me old mate :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

not exactly sure of the subject here...i see kids being trained to kill...as is in some countries..no childhood...just immediately used to wage war...and the number thing...we felt like that in the sixties with the draft and the Vietnam War...just a number...war children. Powerful poem.
j.

[Neville]

thank you jacob this kind of wrote itself after I saw some news footage.... N