As I write all alone
it is quiet out here
There are stars in the sky
But I'm filled with fear
Who the enemy is
it is hard to tell
'Cause they all look alike
in this living hell
How can I sleep
on a rock for a bed
With a rain soaked poncho
to cover my head
With boots caked with mud
and socks to match
And death all around
so easy to catch
There's no room for smiles
or jokes out here
You must be mentally alert
know all sounds by ear
Any moment you relax
both body and brain
Your lifespan is limited
like drops of rain
I've been lucky so far
I still have my health
And I'm positive now
it's better than wealth
So I'll stay on my knees
and to God I pray
I'll get home to my family
Safe...some day
Michael Christopher Daly
1970
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