CHRIS J. MELANSON
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“WarCity”


WarCity
In the night
Quiet
But still filled with fright.
Soldiers
Weary and wounded
Scared
But still on alert.
Time is ticking
Till the next explosion or scream
And there’s no time to dream.

Forceful sun skies—
In the light, the soldiers fight
And their blood bakes in the streets.
The soft moon
And the mad sun.
Quietness is now thunder.
And there’s nowhere to run.

As bullets fly
The soldiers’ memories die
And their loved ones have no clue—
Back home
In their own tranquil cities
They trust that their loved ones know just what to do.

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-Chris J. Melanson 2003