The Bombs Fly

by Cherimari2   Nov 6, 2009


The bombs fly
a rain of fire
Soldiers man jets
going higher.

Reason says let's
get out of here
Loyalty says
we have nothing to fear.

Heroes are made
each and every day
On battle-grounds
they run or lay.

Women wait
knowing their worth
Home in America
best place on earth.

Their sacrifice
is on their faces
Tears, prayers
and no disgraces.

Finally the word
is sent back to home
Your baby son
is now fully grown.

They said our soldiers
were 'cruel'
That they fought
by their very own rules.

I saw them spit on
the Vietnam Vets
Those men were heroes
that they had met.

Thirty years later
we still see the 'hype'
We have TV, movies
and bold type.

But I know their pain
in some degree...
They were heroes I know,
for my liberty.

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  • 16 years ago

    by Cherimari2

    Thank you Kellyana, Sylvia A, and Rainbow Dancing. I find it hard to think of those times when there were daily negative reporting. It made us all negative to some degree. But our heroes hearts...must never be forgotten...any war and all of them!

    Thanx.
    Mari

  • 16 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Bravo, excellent. My heroes as well. Good job.

  • 16 years ago

    by kelleyana

    Oh my goodness, what a touching poem.
    "Heroes are made
    each and every day
    On battle-grounds
    they run or lay". Well sometimes i think about the soldiers families who are left behind. It is very sad when to let your love ones go and can't be sure there will be a return. I really enjoyed this poem. It left me thinking. very well done, 5/5, kel

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