Poets Against War continues the tradition of socially engaged poetry by creating venues for poetry as a voice against war, tyranny and oppression.
michael skropka
28 years old
Army veteran, two tours in Iraq. Married, no children.
A Loud Sigh...
A swollen brain A hole in the chest Missing pieces of the body
Watching people stare Seeing people point Hearing tortured souls cry out in pain
Am I a victim of a trauma? Was I on the wrong end of the 5.56 or 7.62? Was I in the wrong place when the bomb went off?
No. No? NO!
I am the scared little kid with a head full of battle plans and too many acronyms I am the caring soul that gets the love slowly drilled out of them one "High-speed" at a time I am the soldier that is drawn and quartered, pulled in a thousand directions all at the same time
I am the chosen few that attends the "Final Call" for a fallen friend I am watching down the rotating sights at the angry shouts of the people we came to help. "We come in peace...BOOM!"
Screams... shrieks... pained moans...
I am the lonely, counting down the days until normalcy: 365, 364, 363, 362, 361...135, 134, 133, 132...71, 70, 69...115, 114 113, 112..
Starting over yet again.
A swollen brain A hole in the chest Missing pieces...
