A Summers' War

Summer time in Iraq

A summers heat, the seasons war
At times I wonder what I'm fighting for
One bomb knock away from deaths door
I unlock the safety and settle the score

It's 140 degrees, the sun brings me to my knees
Riding in humvees with no ACs
The water burns my throat, may I have ice please,
I plead. In a desert with no shade from trees

A summer-time, summed up in a poetic line
Heat and hate, one in the same, made to rhyme
A point in time, A time-line war crime
A summer sentence, that sun-burns the mind