Men At War Poem by duke perry abrokwa

War Zone
Dust up, sounds of deadly bullets and bombs,
Triggers squeezed, blood spills, it's the combat zone.
Soldiers at war, I don't wanna fight, I just wanna go home,
I have a 6-month-old baby I have not yet seen.
I don't want her to grow up without me.

Boom boom, so close to death, call it the danger zone.
Call the medic, my buddy just lost his legs.
Adrenaline rushing through my veins,
My hand is cut off, yet I can't feel the pain.
It will never end, it's all just the beginning.
Scared, dismayed, yet not afraid,
I might be destined to go this way,
But it might not be this day.

So silence, I see both sides falling,
It's noisy, shouting, and crying,
Yet I am in the silence zone.
The next is the beep-beep sound,
A mysterious voice says, 'Stay with me,
The medics are here.'
It sounds familiar, but too deep in to think.

I pray, if I take my last breath,
Please let my wife know 'I love her, '
Please let my baby know 'I am sorry, '
And my mom know 'I was a hero.'
It's the Death Zone.