Out here in the sand
when you don’t know who’s the Enemy and who’s a friend
and it f**ks with your head,
It’s hard to tell
What you’re fighting for
By the fourth tour,
When you’ve seen the Enemy’s father ask
“Why have you Killed my son?”
then you come and you tell Me
Who won
Original Poetry 
March 19th, 2012 at 9:41 pm
mad deep Marco.
March 19th, 2012 at 9:48 pm
Thank you Amir. I wrote this poem about how many soldiers feel in Wars, fighting for causes that they aren’t even too sure they believe in. After all, our Enemies are only a product of our own selfishness and greed-driven instincts; war is of human design