Theme: Hope

The Like of Private Lynch

The like, the love, of Private Lynch
who from her native (US) Palestine
was sucked into the war machine,
being unemployed, feeling the pinch
financially, the guarantee
that army life provided of
a future, the smooth with the rough
taken, the iron warranty
of wages, with due respect,
she a cell of an iron fist,
spotted somewhere in a long list,
each a payee, you would expect
a certain inflexible mode
commanded, found her in fatigues,
the precise place, over the leagues
of desert sand, the truck she rode
ambushed, she bravely stood her ground,
injuries sustained, she fell,
was taken prisoner, they would tell
the torments that she suffered, found,
to safety whisked, her face was seen,
the world that pays Madonna due,
the perky private was the cue
to great elation, on the screen
brought home the sentiment that war
induces, of humanity
subliming the brutality
of conflict; and that hope before
she joined the army, signed her name,
and joined the payroll of the same.


More By  :  R. D. Ashby

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Fortunately, she was victim only in the sense of being made to appear heroic beyond what actually took place. Otherwise, she was given medical care, honorably discharged, decorated with a purple heart, and was awarded a scholarship. Jessica Lynch denied firing a single bullet in the ambush, and sustained only the injuries of the vehicle crash. Heroism was indeed forced on her passive role throughtout, as perhaps I conjoin in the line, 'ambushed, she bravely stood her ground.'

30-May-2011 12:50 PM

Comment private Lunch was a victime of ...military lies and hubris

28-May-2011 19:35 PM

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