Another Blind Battle Poem by Mike Kendall

Nervous before battle
they sit and they pray
Wondering if tommorow
Will bring another day

Silence from every man
As they know what they must do
Tryna hold in the sickness
chewing the tobaco they chew

Sea waves hitting the boat
as the engine roars away
sand on the beach ready
for where the bodys will lay

sweat drips from their face
as the sea turns red
with metal coffins hiting shore
on a sand made of led

bullets raining and blood spraying
they dash from their cage
with such young faces
they die at young age

A blind fight in these mens eyes
war is just plain murder in disguise