Taps

Taps

What must it be like
to be a million miles from home;
in a foreign land
strangers staring
while you sleep.
Hungry, tired, and in defeat
marching in the blistering heat.

What must it be like
to be frightened and alone
wondering if anyone truly cares;
praying in your mind
never giving up hope in your heart.

What must it be like
to watch the world pass judgment
on the uniform you proudly wear
and those filled with hate burn the
flag of your loving homeland.

What must it be like
to love your country so
and serve without remorse, questions,
or rewards.

What must it be like to
be brave and cry a silent tear
to defend what so many disregard
for the land that you hold dear.

What must it be like
to hold your brother in your arms
and sooth his restless heart
as he makes his final stance.



7/6/2009
Lucy Tamajon