RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: WAR
Untold Casualties of War
Two tours in Iraq
Two tours too many
The carnage he witnessed
The carnage he inflicted
Tore a hole in his heart
Large enough for his soul to slip through
Large enough to bury the man he was
His friends and family said he was okay
They said they thought he was okay
But he was not okay
He was never okay
They should have known
They did know
They didn’t want to know
The young man they gave to war
Came back filled with flames
Teeming with rage and ready to implode
One day for some reason nobody knows
The building rage inside exploded
His victims didn’t know
They never saw it coming
A sudden burst of gunfire
A flash of blood and darkness
A rumbling chaos and silence
He was his last victim
An untold casualty of war
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