You walk alone with sorrow in the world
Fighting the enemy,
You, the one who dresses in camouflage,
Your clothes gets mixed up with the greenish
Of the one that is already lost.
You give your life in the battlefield,
Only your existence comforts your pain,
You fight for the ideals of the ones who are still sleeping,
You honor your country with your blood,
Even then we take everything for granted.
Keep moving forward fighter of endured sorrows,
Your rifle is the one that takes you to unknown places,
Searching answers in the dead soul.
*
Laura Martinez *
©2005
This poem is dedicated to my cousin, Roger Reyes, who died fighting in the northern mountains of Nicaragua during the civil war. It was written in his memory. This poem is also dedicated to the soldiers of the United States Army especially my special friend, Casper, and the soldiers in his unit, the 86th CSH.
Read The Soldier, The Friend in Spanish.
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