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Over There
Contributed by
just_smile_all_the_time
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Wednesday, 10th January 2007 @ 07:53:12 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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I sit at the bar staring blankly at the fuzzy transmission of the television
with all the boys from the old neighborhood
boys that transformed into men when
I wasnt looking. Men with
jobs and wives and beat up old trucks
used for working that job on the west side
and for lugging around the pee-wee football teams equipment.
I listen to them talk of all the friends and sons and brothers
and mechanics and butchers they know
over there faces stripped from the community.
Im silent besides my sympathetic nods,
for I only know of eighteen year old boys
who are plagued with the choice of
which university
which car
I have been so disconnected from this whole thing
their loss, their pride, their pleas
to return their friends, their sons, their brothers
back from overseas.
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2007-01-10 19:53:12]
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Re: Over There
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by CuriousitysCat on
Wednesday, 10th January 2007 @ 09:02:10 PM AEST
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Seems like a beautiful tribute poem, the thought is powerful, and presented very differently then one would expect for war poetry. I was really into it, I hope there is more poetry to come.
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