Baghdad Dream
Baghdad dreams...
spired buildings
and warring schemes
where bombs explode
...upon the road
and bullets sing
in the midst of everything
Someone penned a message
with their own hand
and flung it upon the sand
It was found the next year
by a soldier from over here
The message that he read...
This is what it said...
'Welcome my brother...to the Baghdad scene
where your every night will be a torrid dream
and bullets fly in the midst of everything
I was here and now I am gone
Either walking or prone
I have gone on home...
Home...where I have longed to be
home...back to the land of the free
Keep your head down...
listen for the bullets zing
oh...and one more thing...
Welcome to your Baghdad dream...'
©2005 Faye Sizemore
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