PRISONERS OF WAR
by
Robert Dominguez Jr.
11-15-85
Who are these men?
Brave and life
Or are they a gem
Far from sight
Gems that are caught
Tortured or killed
Men who fought
Have to rebuild
They are gems
You cannot see
Scared group of men
Who can be free
Unable to tell
The Secrets they know
They’ll be rung like a bell
Until the enemy knows
Their sweet songs are sour
The wind hisses like breath
Torture is the darkest hour
When the men know its death
They are stones
Precious gems
In a zone
Known as helpless men
“Copyright © 1985 by Robert Dominguez Jr. All Rights Reserved.”