I get up, Go to work,
Not getting shot is a perk,
I'll be dying for you.
I'd like you to know,
That this was wrote, to say-
"I really wish you were here".
*Take a bullet for me,
I'll tell you when I feel free,
I can't tell you that I do.
So why not give up your work,
Take my post and look,
Alive and glad to be free.
I'm thanking my lucky stars,
I'm wasting my life for a power,
That will never be mine.
When a bullets heading for me,
This is the last thing I’ll think-
"I really wish you were here".
*Take a bullet for me,
I'll tell you when I feel free,
I can't tell you that I do.
So why not give up your work,
Take my post and look,
Alive and glad to be free.
Think of the lives that were took,
When the ground shook,
And those unknown men are dead.
I hope this wont go unheard,
These are my dying words-
"I REALLY WISH YOU WERE HERE".
If you ever give them what they have in mind, you have shamed poetry...hehe..just kidding..sort of..I love this poem indeed it is a different spin on war poems...you have a wonderful mind...take care...Polly