The Sun Rose in A Dirty City,
by Nathan Kraft
in This Dirty Weather,
That Showed no Mercy.
My Boots were Stomping,
Through the Dust,
as I Watched the Regs' Walk by,
with Guns and no Loss.
This is Where it all Began.
The sun Beat Down on Our Fabric Covered Helmets,
our Black Heavy Guns, Absorbing the Suns Rays.
The Tinted World Moved behind my Sunglasses,
as I Tried to Push Off the Iraqis Dusty Gaze.
A Shot Rang out and my Muscles Tensed Hard.
My Rifle was Raised and my Stance Held Firm,
when a Small Yellow car Exploded and I Caught a Shard.
My Right Arm Caught one a Week Earlier, Geuss It was The Lefts Turn.
The City Screamed in Silence as the Soldiers Ran by
and I Felt the Sensation of being Dragged Away.
My Body Finally Listened to What my Mind Tried to Say.
I Pulled the Seering Shard out of my arm and Brushed the Blood Away.
My arm Around my Wound went Numb as I Expected Pain,
and Civillian Pick-Up Trucks Drove by while Spiiting its Deadly Rain.
The Sun Settled in a Dirty City,
in this Deadly Weather,
That Showed No Mercy.
My Rifle Puffed Cracks,
Through the Thick Musty Air,
as The Insurgents ran by
With Rags Showing none of Their Hair.
This is Where We Fought.
The Sun Set in a Dirty City,
in This Silent Weather,
Which Showed No Mercy.
on my Back I Fell,
Through the Dust,
as My Men Rushed by,
With Guns and No More Loss.
This is Where I Died.
The Bullet Hit me Before the Gun Cracked,
and a Bee Sting-Punch Jolt Hit my Lonely Heart.
It Pushed me Hard until I Fell and Landed Flat on my Back,
I Layed and I Cryed at the Gorgeous Setting Sky as the Blood in my Mouth went Tart;
I Settled my Peace with The Great Creator,
and was Welcomed into His Kingdom Without Hate.
He Healed my Wounds with the Kiss of His Lips,
and I Met my Enemies, and My Friends, Where We both Let Loose Our Fists
The Sun Rose in a Golden City,
in this Heavenly Weather,
That Showed all Mercy.
My Arms are Now Open,
to My Enemies Own Hand,
as Differences Flew Away,
and There Was No More Hate.
This is Where My Heart Desires.