Another Christmas In Iraq And Afghanistan.

Another Christmas In Iraq!

on December 13, 2009 © -MFB III-

Sandy claws will emerge


from a chimney of smoke


bearing gifts of flame and death


as more young men get

bagged and make it


home in time for Christmas.


All boxed up neatly


and wrapped in

red, white and blue


they'll be laid lovingly

beneath pine trees


in Arlington as honored guests.



Stockings will be filled


three times a week


with one foot


and one stump


as twenty-something boys


hobble off to bed.



As offenses mount in Afghanistan

and men remain to maintain bases in Iraq


thousands more will being sent to make


palm trees their tannanbaum


decorated with tracers


and pieces of flesh



Insurgents will be packaging


little surprises all along


the pathways to the those
"Little towns of death-mayhem!"


where......


how still our young boys will lie


above that deep and dreamless sleep


as their silenced souls fly by.



Tiny babies burned

beyond recognition


will be washed in the tears of


the grieving mothers


seeking their lost babes


and wailing, "What child is this?"



Haliburton will change it's name to


holly-burned 'em for the holidays


and overcharge a little more


for each soldiers Christmas dinner!



God/Allah will sit in his heavens


and shrug his shoulders

at this so called holy war


where both sides kill in his name


with neither understanding


that he sent his only son


to die for a much nobler cause


over two thousand years ago.


of course they were still fighting back then


in Baghdad and along the Tigris.



He died to give men free will


a choice over good and evil


and some choose to kill one other


for the will to be free of the right choices.



After a couple thousand


or more dead men later


and a couple of hundred thousand


or more dead Iraqis, both the innocent and guilty


some Christmas may finally bring home our boys


at least all of those who are not slain.



They will joyously fly home


shouting "hooorah, hoorah hoorah!!!"


on jet fueled sleighs


bearing a temporary peace.


Each carrying the hopes that


some "Silent night, Starless night"


all across this troubled planet


in the distant daze ahead


where we might all once again

simply "sleep in heavenly peace."


But for now it's another hapless holiday


for so many souls caught up in the ugliness


of this season of war.

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Ralph Deeds 6 years ago

Wow! I like your poetry. You should be in The New Yorker.

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