A Soldiers Thoughts
Poems By Terry Craycraft
They yell at me and scream at me,
But I will not let them win�
They tell me when to shit and shave,
But I will not let them in.,
Mother you have no idea,
What I�m going through
Dad�s been gone for ten years now
He�s the only one who knew.
I will not give up my humanity,
On Sundays� we went to church
I�ll follow orders, and do my duty
But my soul I�ll have to search.
I�m in country now, things are so strange
This is not what I was taught at all�.
There used to be a right and wrong,
But NFG�s don�t mean nothing.
I will not give up my humanity,
On Sundays� we went to church
I�ll follow orders, and do my duty,
But my soul I�ll have to search .
I�ve been here now for too damn long
The faces fade together
One minute we were drinking a beer,
And now they�re gone forever.
The days and nights, they�re all the same
The pounding in my chest�
I look at those around me,
And I have to do my best.
I will not give up my humanity
On Sundays� we went to church
I�ll follow orders, and do my duty
But my soul I�ll have to search.
What did I do, why am I here ?
No one seems to care�
The people , they don�t want me here,
I see that nothing�s fair.
But it�s over now, I�m coming home
I�ve finally done my time
But who at home can ever know,
Was it right or just a crime ?
I leave the heat and the stink,
and the killing all behind�
But the only thing that bothers me,
Is how I became so blind.
I�ve given up my humanity,
I remember going to church�
I followed orders, and did my duty
Do I have a soul left to search ?
I find my mind drifting through time,
To the sounds and smells and places�.
What was his name ? Was I to blame ?
I find that alcohol erases.
Home is not home, it�s much too cold
And who are all these people ?
I remember the names, but they�re not the same
Standing in the shadow of the steeple.
I want back my humanity,
I�m going to go to church�.
I followed orders and did my duty,
I�m gonna� find a soul to search.
DUTY
Terry R Craycraft
02/11/99
Highways to infinity,
Men in green and gold�.
Marching off to fight a war,
The story is ages old.
To kill a man ,That is their plan �.
For honor , glory and fame ,
Every moment filled with anger and hate,
Every second , the same .
Numbing quiet , macabre to the soul ,
Screams in the darkened night���
To kill me is my enemies� goal ,
It�s so hard to tell who�s right.
Highways through the clouds ,
Gee , Dad�s sure �gonna be proud�.
In the darkness , a bell tolls aloud ,
Flying home , My flag for a shroud .
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