A Soldier's Cry For Help

A Poem taken from the letters of a soldier now serving in Iraq.

Hot sun,
No shade, no grass,
I just wanna come home.

Eyes burn,
From sweat and sand,
I just wanna come home.

Ears ringing,
From gunfire and explosions,
I just wanna come home.

Killed today,
Not even a man; a boy, my age
I just wanna come home.

Just go where they tell me,
Far from what I know,
Death and hate are everywhere,
I just wanna come home.

Can’t sleep,
Can’t eat, fear lives in me,
I’m proud to serve my country,
But Please, I just wanna come home.