Remember Desert Storm

Dear Desert Storm Soldiers that is no longer with us,

The river of salty tears,

cried for the ones coming back not,

the screams will always be here,

and the sun will bear down hot.

Walking through deserts and swamps,

fighting for called freedom.

The fighting in the sandy humps,

Then soon gone to a Kingdom.

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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