Do not let my thoughts turn that way <br />That on this hot oppressive day <br />Where blood is blasted in the streets <br />Where men I've loved are bloodied meat; <br />Their hammered breaths on parched caked lips <br />Their brown stained crusted finger tips <br />Have lost their play and all for naught <br />The standng asking why we fought? <br />Honor red carrion in the street, <br />Where is the life we once held sweet? <br />Turn not my howls to insurrection <br />Our lives were spent in misdirection.<br /><br />David McLansky<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-soldier-s-prayer-7/
