The Hunting Wolves
in the Foreign Lands,
we laid in waiting,
winter, Spring, Summer and Fall,
all passed by, and we still waited….
came the time, we readily went out,
and faced the enemy, through the sights,
young & fools, yes we were,
always ready, to fight others wars,
then we started, to ask for more,
the sounds, the sights and feel for the kill,
we sought it all, but then on we ask……..
what the f*** was it all for?
it has been sometime, since we last talked,
covered in dust, or snow and mud,
the old boys, always up for fun,
then came the wars, and ……………guess what?
first to go, was innocence in us,
then the minds, and the love for life,
and perhaps, the greatest loss was,
without a doiubt, the loss of you. my friend.
Good Bye, Good Luck, Good Night, Good Soldier (R.I.P.)
s.s.salim for ‘X’