Whilst sharpened dust and sand can scold my eyes
Only the lies and guesses pierce my skin
Undying planes of white land hide my prize
Long sun-whipped days of searching now grow thin
Do not discard the mission as a loss
You have not seen the final hours of war
Of course each crippling battle spans across
Unspoken voids of darkness evermore
Surveillance tools won't find what I must hear
Armies should not invade without due care
Yet I march blindly into what I fear
Yield nothing but myself on one soft air
Each soldier trains for years to hold his place
So am I rushing all just for disgrace?
A free cookie for the first one to tell me what this poem is about.
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GhostOfYoda - General doer of stuff.
Only the lies and guesses pierce my skin
Undying planes of white land hide my prize
Long sun-whipped days of searching now grow thin
Do not discard the mission as a loss
You have not seen the final hours of war
Of course each crippling battle spans across
Unspoken voids of darkness evermore
Surveillance tools won't find what I must hear
Armies should not invade without due care
Yet I march blindly into what I fear
Yield nothing but myself on one soft air
Each soldier trains for years to hold his place
So am I rushing all just for disgrace?
A free cookie for the first one to tell me what this poem is about.
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GhostOfYoda - General doer of stuff.
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