Paula Keezer, March 25, 2003
Smell of orange candle flickering light soothing somber minds.
Beating drums of red relentlessly preparing for war.
Commander and chief giving green light to strokes of luck.
Computer glowing blue reflecting from pensive pale skin.
Mushroom clouds bursting yellow above Bagdad buildings.
Towering infernos of black seething soot seeping from scorched earth.
Ghastly ghosts of green igniting night vision eyes.
Flags of white waiting in alleys of ambush.
Trails of scarlet lingering life clinging to their loved ones.
Alerts of orange inflicting endless arrays of terror.
Suites of blue leaders blasting bloody babble.
Two tone brown starred soldiers speaking senseless syllables.
Embedded gray faced news reporting vivid views of horror.
Bags of black concealing death bourn by grim faced uniforms.
Childless mothers of bone dead bodies wearing last words.
All in the name of amber waves purple mountains and fruited plains.
Copyright Paula Keezer, 2003