We have the order,
It’s time to go.
After inspection,
We’re ready to roll.
Outside the wire,
we’re all on alert.
Watching our six
so no one gets hurt.
On the objective,
in the dead of night.
The outer cordon
locks it down tight.
As we stack on a wall
about to bust in,
A shot is heard
from somewhere within.
We kick in the door
and go charging through.
The next thing I know,
I wake up next to you.
It was only a dream.
It’s all in my head.
I go back to sleep,
safe in my bed.
Credit: F. Scott Shafer/ Corbis
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Revised By John Matar
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Great poem John,I love your poems they’re really good and leaves me wanting to read more!
Posted by Shiba Siahmakoun (@Shibaanita) | October 24, 2011, 06:23Thanks Shiba, I’m glad you enoy them. I write to vent and keep me busy. There are a few more in the future scheduled to post and they are on a different level. You’ll see.
Posted by John Matar | October 26, 2011, 18:14