Insanity

Sickened by this insane war

Sickened by the Taliban

Sickened by the loss before

I entered this hellish land

Sickened by those insidious IEDs  

Those bedraggled ghostly rags ignite

As a transmitter they intensely squeeze

From behind a wall and out of sight

This emptiness inside of me

It’s not normal, yet not my fault

My burden I cannot speak free

Locked up sorrows in a vault

I get black moods I cannot shrug

My mind wanders astray

I wish there was a magic drug

To make this go away

Sickened by the swarms of flies

Relishing on the stench of death

As the body count begins to rise

I wonder who will be left

The scars on the torrid land

I shall take home in my mind

But not scars that can mend

These scars are not that kind

Although among my buddies

I feel as lonely as the dead

We all stare blank like zombies

When we lose another friend

Then back to the job at hand 

Searching out those slippery snakes

But like a mirage in the sand

They vanish in our wake

It reminds of Wac-a-Mole

I played at the funfair

Popping up out of one hole

Then another elsewhere

But there’s no fun in this

And it’s certainly not fair

And the price if you miss

Your life then and there