Memorial Day Poem by Amalia Bloome

A Soldiers TributeAmalia Broomeaka Poet deVine2000(c)

There's nothing different about the manas he passes you on the streeta few lines have formed along his browand he's slower on his feet
He smiles at children as they playfrowns at tattoes on a young teenan ordinary man you think?but you don't know what he as seen
jungle wet with rain and sweat
rivers of mud and enemy blood
Eyes in pain no loss or gain
Arms held back in mass attack
He won't tell you what he knowsnor why it haunts his dreamshe keeps it within, this secret pastthat hides behind silent screams
Jungle wet with rain and sweat
Rivers of mud and enemy blood
Eyes in pain no loss or gainArms held back in mass attack
Don't dare to say he never gavewhat his country asked him to givedon't tell him that you hate this placehis friends died so you could live
Jungle wet with rain and sweat
Rivers of mud and enemy blood
Eyes in pain no loss or gain
Arms held back in mass attack
A flag waves in bright sunlightBy soldier right, he should be proudBut he walks on by, no saluteHis patriotism is not allowed
jungle wet with rain and sweat rivers of mud and enemy blood eyes in pain no loss or gain arms held back in mass attack
And when you come to understandThe freedom he fought to keepPerhaps it will be you my friendThat dreams the dream of soldier's sleep.