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April 16, 2010
That Sand-[n-word] Lying There On The Ground
By Doug Soderstrom
A bad day on the sands of Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan, or anywhere in the Middle East where our soldiers kill without conscience!
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Bright and shiny,
Skies clear,
And blue,
A Sunday morning.
Conscience,
In good hands,
Packed away,
In a lock box,
Back home,
With mom,
And my,
Little sister,
Sue,
In New Jersey.
Automatic weapon,
At my side,
Dressed,
And ready,
To go out,
On patrol.
Rifle aimed,
Crosshairs aligned,
Breath held,
Shot fired,
Another Sand n-word,
Down,
A job,
Well done!
The battle decided,
The enemy destroyed,
An evening stroll,
After having,
Allowed the trophy,
A forty year-old corpse,
To properly stiffen.
However, Horrified, I flinched, And with no mercy, There it was, Ravaged, Realizing that, That I, Who killed, That I, Who crucified, Doug Soderstrom is a retired Professor of Psychology having taught for forty-two years at the college level. He was a columnist for the Populist Party of America (www.populistamerica.com/now discontinued) and has been a feature writer for www.iranian.com. His main interest at the present time is in writing poetry, and is in the process of gathering together somewhere around 700 poems that he has written over the past fifteen years, and will be publishing a book entitled "Loose Cannon Parables" if he can find a publisher willing to take on the job of publishing his book of poems.
As I approached,
The remains,
Of what,
Was at one time,
A living,
Breathing,
Human being,
I happened to notice,
Something,
That I will,
Never forget,
A photo,
Of what must,
Have been,
The Father,
The soldier,
I killed,
His wife,
And their two sons,
And three daughters.
By the realization,
That I had murdered,
Someone,
Just like me,
In fact,
At that very moment,
I think,
I wanted to die,
As my conscience,
From out of nowhere,
Seemingly launched,
A vicious attack upon,
The military's,
Rather wicked attempt,
To destroy my soul,
Whatsoever,
My conscience,
Lashed out at me,
For the,
Terrible thing,
I had done!
Lying at my feet,
A stiffened frame,
Frightened eyes,
Sunken deep within,
The cavity,
Of the man's,
Shattered skull,
And at that moment,
I saw his soul!
By shame,
And doubt,
I stood there,
In the,
Dreadful,
Darkness,
Of death,
I had become,
A savage beast.
It was then,
That I began,
To understand,
Had been,
The one,
Jesus,
Had been,
The one,
Christ!