Quietly
by Fush Moss
March 13, 2017
Quietly we invade the dark of night,
our great country to honorably serve.
We fulfill our mission without reserve.
Quietly we snatch away many lives.
Quietly many sustain unseen wounds
from the hell we observe and we inflict,
during what some refer to as “conflict.”
Quietly “conflict” is used to delude.
Quietly warriors succu...
Monday 13th March 2017 9:18 pm
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by Fush Moss
March 12, 2017
Like untamed, ravenous beasts attacking
a spindly-legged, weak, helpless gazelle,
the bullets tore through their flesh bushwhacking
organs, muscles, and tendons all to hell.
Like all the kings horses and the kings men,
our job was to patch humpty dumpty up
for transport, dodging bullets now and then,
never knowing how the war...
Monday 13th March 2017 12:14 am
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