Pave Low's fly higher
Grenades go flying
Innocent people end up dying
People run screaming
No you're not dreaming
A unit is ambushed
Life dreams are shushed
For each soldier that has died
At least thirty people have cried.
This poem is one I came up with for creative writing class.
It is very dear to me because one of my cousins died while in Iraq and now his younger brother is there.
This is for everyone that has lost a loved one due tho the war in Iraq. I hope you enjoy this poem and that it does not cause you to much sadness but helps you cop with your loss.
Submitted:May 18, 2010 Reads: 65 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
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