Shot and Killed Iraq

My best friend died in Iraq...
Red is like the
Bloodshed,

It's pouring out of his
Head,

He's mad now his son is
Dying,

Lying in
Bed,

Holding his head
Telling us all bout the dead,

Looking at him now he's
Dead,

Night was not to come this way
The sight every day,

The world echoes through his head
Dead dead dead,

That's all you can think of
He's gone

He's goin six feet under and he's
Headed home.

By Derick McCoy
Published: 4/10/2008

Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
Use the feedback form below to submit your comments.
Your Comments:
Your Name:
Use the form below to email this article to your friends.
Recipient Email Address:
 Separate multiple email addresses by ;
Your Name:
Your Email Address: