Ruby red were the lips of the woman who kissed her lover before he boarded the plane.
He wiped the smudge from the lipstick tenderly, smiled, and she did the same.
“I love you my dear.” he said as he turned and walked away.
She watched him until he was out of view and then watched nothingness even longer still. He set down into his seat, buckled his seatbelt and peered deeply at the grass covered hills. “I hope to see you soon.” he said, thinking of her while staring at trees of home. “Tis a long journey to which I depart” Her head sunk sadly and sighed, and her heart then moaned.
Ruby red was the wine she drank after she ate of the body of Christ. “I’ll pray for you every day” she claimed and promised with all her might. “God protect us all” he said as he marched upright through the blistering sun. “There is no God here, you’re in hell” his comrade in arms said “Trust in this to keep you safe” as he pointed towards his gun.
She sat at home and watched the news and cried for every death. Worry filled her heart, as she watched the names and held her breath. “This is hell” he said as the mortars and missles flew by. Explosions, fire, and death filled the air. But he was not yet ready to die.
His eyes glazed over as he fought with fierceness, shot, killed, and lamed. “I’m forever changed, forever damned, never to be the same.” “Where is the honor and dignity of war.” he thought. “What is the purpose for these deaths, at what cost.” she thought.
The Great Leader spoke on television about the fight. We must conquer those that mean us harm and defend our rights. The politicians went forth with great debate. “We shouldn’t be there even though I voted for it” “We are there to do the right thing”, another would state.
Ruby red was the color of the ground next to the fallen. Ruby red was the color of the stripes on the flag that stated his sacrafice. Ruby red were the eyes that bore the tears of her beloved. Ruby red is the heart that beats no more. The hearts that long for safety for their loved ones, their comrades, and a nation who hopes for a resolution to a long battle.
My most heart felt blessing to every soldier in Iraq, I appreciate you dearly and I pray for your safe return as do your loved ones.
She watched him until he was out of view and then watched nothingness even longer still. He set down into his seat, buckled his seatbelt and peered deeply at the grass covered hills. “I hope to see you soon.” he said, thinking of her while staring at trees of home. “Tis a long journey to which I depart” Her head sunk sadly and sighed, and her heart then moaned.
Ruby red was the wine she drank after she ate of the body of Christ. “I’ll pray for you every day” she claimed and promised with all her might. “God protect us all” he said as he marched upright through the blistering sun. “There is no God here, you’re in hell” his comrade in arms said “Trust in this to keep you safe” as he pointed towards his gun.
She sat at home and watched the news and cried for every death. Worry filled her heart, as she watched the names and held her breath. “This is hell” he said as the mortars and missles flew by. Explosions, fire, and death filled the air. But he was not yet ready to die.
His eyes glazed over as he fought with fierceness, shot, killed, and lamed. “I’m forever changed, forever damned, never to be the same.” “Where is the honor and dignity of war.” he thought. “What is the purpose for these deaths, at what cost.” she thought.
The Great Leader spoke on television about the fight. We must conquer those that mean us harm and defend our rights. The politicians went forth with great debate. “We shouldn’t be there even though I voted for it” “We are there to do the right thing”, another would state.
Ruby red was the color of the ground next to the fallen. Ruby red was the color of the stripes on the flag that stated his sacrafice. Ruby red were the eyes that bore the tears of her beloved. Ruby red is the heart that beats no more. The hearts that long for safety for their loved ones, their comrades, and a nation who hopes for a resolution to a long battle.
My most heart felt blessing to every soldier in Iraq, I appreciate you dearly and I pray for your safe return as do your loved ones.
