In Iraq

The canopy of stars
Shines ever so bright,
But still and ominous
Is my restless night,
For into battle I must go,
By dawn's early light.
Perchance in Iraq's
Desert I will lie,
And stare with broken eye
At an empty sky,
And never know
The reason why.

They found him the next morn,
His body broken, twisted, torn,
With empty, lifeless eyes,
Staring up at gray skies.
Frankly, they say
He died on Iraq's soil,
Not for his country,
But for the profits on the oil.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2005 Alfred Charasz