War Zone

[couchgrouch]

War ZoneDoctor Jones sat on his cotand wept alone in the darkthough parts of him wanna quithe'll always do his parthe hasn't felt so uselesssince the Inchon provincewhen choppers headed for basewere full of zippered coffinswhen death is all around youit brings the fighting homemachine gun fire in the nighttells him it's a war zoneit all feels so senselessit's the same in ev'ry warthose left behind wanna knowwhat their kids're dying forhe'd fought twenty minutesagainst the icy kiss of deathbut somewhere near the ceilinghung that boy's last breathearly the next morninga father will pick up the phonesomeone on the other line will say it's war zoneDoctor Jones walked out that night,stared blankly at the starlightafter a thirty-six hour dayone more kid died too soon,in the emergency roomnear south central L.A.when death is all around youit brings the fighting homemachine gun fire in the nighttells him it's a war zone(c)2004 Robert George