A PATRIOTS SEARCH

I search my soul like searching for a lost diamond in a carpet.
I comb back the stripes of this old American Flag
Seeking for the twinkle of my countries stars;
Surely it must exist?
I questioned my patriotism as we so helplessly sat in that concrete bunker on the receiving end of constant One O’ seven millimeter rockets;
and feel their terror rattle the earth around us.
They roar with the same anger as those that release them.
Those that hate who we are and what we represent.
But what is it that we represent?
Buildings rattle and faces are frozen –
I search my soul like searching for a lost diamond in a carpet.
I comb back the stripes of this old American Flag
Red and White, Red and White –
Blue and Stars –
I see these lights in the distance as mangled bodies lay in ambulances
awaiting aid.
Seeking for the twinkle of my countries stars;
Surely it must exist?
Iranian rockets shot from deep in the palm groves of this ancient desert.
When it’s over the sandy sky remains a deep depressing Earl Grey.
Who is our enemy?
Where are we going?
Still questioning and still soldiering –