Battle Mud

Saddle up...
A thing that they say,
Just another day,
One blending seemlessly into another,
Hitting the ground in mad dashes,
Red and green tracers.
Pop pop bright flashes,
Lighting up the night,
Dirt mixed with blood,
Teenagers covered in battle mud,
Remembrances of safe places,
Friendly, familiar faces
Home and mother's embrace,
Just another day,
Just a thing that they say,
Along the way through hell

Habib Abu Lateef

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Battle Mud