Open Poetry #45 |
The Specialist. |
Windhover Member
since 2003-11-17
Posts 179UK |
She has felt the Darkness where the Tigris, and Euphrates run; She has walked the blighted, burning sands that compass Babylon. She has watched Fallujah burn from phosphorus blossoming in the sky; She has seen the Pale Rider; and heard... and felt, the bullets fly. She has held the bloodied children; watched their life-spark fade away; She has seen the soldiers blown to pieces, almost every day. She has ducked, as Spectre Gunships raked Fallujah from on high; She knows insurgent bullets... or just friendly fire, both mean... you die. She has walked the Valley of The Shadows... strewn with I.E.Ds; She has felt the fiery trails of armour-piercing R.P.Gs. She has seen the suicide bomber detonate his dread device; She has cried amidst the carnage of his bid for Paradise. She has heard the screams, and cried the tears, and watched civilians die; She has wondered why the folks back home don't ask the reason, why? She knows, that to the "Hadji," she's a female who knows not, her place; She once learned this the hard way... with a rifle-butt slammed in her face. She is back in Dixie after Four Tours on the burning sand; She still walks in harm's way in the safety of her own homeland. She's there, protecting You and Yours, as the wave of poison creeps your way; She doesn't wear a Flak-vest now... but, just a shield... marked D.E.A. She is The Specialist; though, if you looked at her... you wouldn't know; you might think... Oh, Wow!... a Foxy babe; Oh, yes... a cute Bimbo. Long, blonde hair, and big, blue eyes... a pretty smile... this babe's naive; So thought the Dealers, she's brought down; yes, first impressions do deceive. She is The Specialist; and she risks all for you, most every day; She works, deep undercover in the cesspools where the Dealers play. She is your last, best hope against your children meeting early death by being hooked on Heroin, or Crack Cocaine... or Crystal Meth. She is The Specialist; her days of Coalition ops are gone; but, she still walks the Valley of The Shadows, in this Babylon of toxic Meth labs, Crack Cocaine; discovery by some Candyman... She knows one day, they'll blow her cover... but, she'll protect you while she can. For J... Be Safe. [This message has been edited by Windhover (07-21-2009 05:18 PM).] |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I hope your J. is safe too, this is a nasty job. Well written and I am sure they will appreciate this. Carpe' Diem, |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Wow! this is so different from what you usually write. I guess a master poet can deliver on any subject and you certainly have, Windhover |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
A person that remarkable deserves a poem this beautiful. Thank you for making it so! *S* |
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