You lie beside my boots edge,

Quiet.

Tell your tale.

BDUs riddled with holes,                                                 

Face trampled by the enemy.

Walking through the streets,

Women cry rape,

As bullets silence their cry.

Babies scream for mothers love,

But carriages are bombs,

Infant targets,

Self-destructing,

Before they can walk.

Around every corner,

A comrade falls,

Made porous by the shell of an enemy,

Left to bleed.

Darkness falls,

Moving slowly through the home,

Child cuddled close

I put the cold barrel to sleeping beauty,

Squeeze gently,

but not before relieving myself,

showing her whose boss.

I snap a picture,

Lick and seal the envelope,

1600 Pennsylvania Ave.

Bring this war home,

Show him what he is missing,