The Hidden Killer

by | Sep 4, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

Sitting and waiting, hoping that your turn never comes around,
the IED that rips through your body, tearing pound for pound.

The hidden killer that lies beneath the hard baked sand,
waiting for its victim, so it can explode from this bloody land.

The chaos and confusion that occurs straight after the blast,
your comrades will have to act quickly; they will have to react fast.

The smell of burnt flesh, and the horrific pain at first sight,
you will have to hang on to your life brave soldier, now begins the fight.

How many more soldiers will end their lives in such a way,
it’s not what they joined for, they are burying these brave men every other


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