Mama, I Can't Take It No More

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I used to date a beauty Queen
Now I see her in magazines.

When the Army came calling
          they took away my ragged, faded jeans
          and gave me their Army greens,
          put me in a barber’s chair
          and took away my hair.

They took away my school certificates
          and put them in a kit bag
Taught me how to kill
          and say “Yessir”.

They make me walk all the way with 50-kg luggage and 20-pound guns
          then feed me on Army biscuits and water.
They send me away into the jungle;
          make me walk in the desert
          and sleep in a body bag.



They sent me to the battle
          killed for them
          now they wanna kill me
          because I survived—
Mama, I can’t take it no more!

Comments

  1. Unknown19 December 2019 at 23:01

    I instantly fell in love with this poem .The structure alone tells the persona's state of mind .The words kill , battle and jungle help the reader to identify the attitude of the persona towards the subject .The language is dope .Good work .

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    1. Vincent de Paul17 April 2020 at 11:02

      Thank you, unknown reader, for your reading and comment.

      I appreciate.

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