Under The Shadows
By
James Newton Rounsavell


Under the wings of darkest night
Under the shadows of each day
These are times of endless fright
Fear and dread for “come what may.”

AK Forty-Seven in their hand
Interceptor armor coats my chest
Charging an Iraq door firsthand
A thumping heart pounds in my breast.

Feel that feathers cover my might
Only darkness can be my shield
Yet I walk naked in daylight
On this uneven battlefield

In this land far from shores of home
We have treed and hold the lion at bay
On the sands where terrorists roam
Even children explode as they play.

We are here supporting freedom
After nine-eleven took its toll
Terrorists are our problem
We fight; we bleed to let freedom roll.

When you’re at the ball game
Or sipping a nice ice-cold beer
Were in a hundred-twenty heat
Stand; give your fighting men a cheer.