When Will My Night Mare End?
You left behind your fathers and mothers;
You left behind your husbands and wives.
You put on hold, your very lives.
You traveled to a land and stated
You have come to help all those slated
to be victims of a regime outdated.
At night you drove ahead,
into a nightmare filled with dread.
Into streets filled with danger.
Completely wary of any stranger.
To what end you asked in pain?
What in the world can we possibly gain?
The only answer you could find
was in your heart and all you left behind.
As you drive these haunted streets
the sound of gunfire so close it speaks.
It speaks of dangers still unknown,
it screams of evil to atone.
This land, in truth, is death and sand
it is truly a "NO man's land"
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