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Bright and shinning,
Skies clear,
And blue,
Sunday morning,
A soldier,
With automatic weapon,
In hand,
Search and destroy,
Once again time,
To go out,
And kill,
Another,
Sand nigger.

An enemy,
We have all,
Been taught,
To hate.

One,
Our soldiers,
Have so diligently,
Without due thought,
Nor any consideration at all,
Been trained,
To kill.

Rifle aimed,
Crosshairs aligned,
Breath held,
Shot fired,
A job,
Well done!

Evening stroll,
After having,
Allowed the trophy,
The corpse,
To properly stiffen,
I approached,
The rather stinking,
Piece of flesh,
Greeted by,
The terrible realization,
That I had murdered,
A once-living human being,
A motherís son,
A fatherís best friend.

Stiffened frame,
Frightened eyes,
Sunken deep within,
The cavity,
Of a shattered skull,
Mine,
Sickened and ravaged,
By shame,
As I saw his soul.

It was then,
I realized,
That I had been the one,
Who killed Jesus,
I had been the one,
Who crucified Christ.




------
G. Doug Soderstrom, Ph.D.


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The following comments are for "That Sand Nigger Lying There On The Ground"
by dougsoderstrom

slaughter-2
this second part of the story is slaughter stuffed with justifiyng reasons that proves how it is rude..
his piece is graphic..and this help in making the scene more exciting



all the best
Hiba

( Posted by: fairgrace [Member] On: December 2, 2005 )

Sandy
its interesting reading the ways you are attempting to write something that you just cant put aside. the various angles, and such. i liked this better than the poem you posted where we had the comment mix-up.

im not poet, but id like to say something about the rhythm of this piece. its all stop go, which could be bad, but in this instance i think it suits your subject matter. your commas are throwing me off because, maybe its my prose-minded brain, i want to let your punctuation guide my reading, and since every line ends in a comma, even when grammatically the next line doesnt mesh with it, i get stupified. but then, im not sure if thats your intention or if im just a poor reader, but i thought id share and let you make what you will.

whereas in your other poem the final stanza read sort of like a blank statement that probably needed qualifying, your last stanza here suffers none of that. in fact, im surprised at the power that it has, especially because i read your other poem and knew the Jesus line was coming. and it came, but this time it carried a bit of weight to it, something REALLY poetic, cryptic and touching. i like its implications. its not, 'i feel like i am the one who...', its, 'i AM the one.' a simile would have destroyed that poignant line.

take care dr. s


( Posted by: strangedaze [Member] On: December 4, 2005 )

Strangedaze
About the commas..... As it turns out, I know absolutely nothing about poetry, never studied it and rarely ever read it.... so I think I use commas, because that's just how I've done it, and I don't know any other way to do it.

And yes about "the Sand Nigger" theme.... I have been attempting to come at it from several different directions to see what I can "dig up."

Also thanks for your fine appreciation and responses to my pieces.

Doug

( Posted by: dougsoderstrom [Member] On: December 4, 2005 )





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