by | Mar 7, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

A cowardly evil weapon the I.E.D
While our troops fight to set the Afghan free
Away from home in a foreign land
Living in tents in the desert sand

I.E.D dressed up to sound nice
Improvised explosive device
Deadly as it is, could be from the Somme
Why don’t they say a roadside bomb?

Is it to confuse civilians, so that they don’t see?
The realities of war shown on their TV
We feel the families sorrow and imagine their pain
May our troops come home Safe to their loved ones again?

To those who have paid the highest price
Victims of this explosive device
We spend some time, quietly reflect
Send our heartfelt thanks and deep RESPECT


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