the iraq sotry pt 2
 

the hummer rolled down the street//
of central baghdads sleek roads that could be full of danger//
The men of the US platoon had no fear but had greaf for their fallin comrad//
freedom is'nt free they whore on their helmets as the hummer took its final turn in the streets//
It was as if it was yesterday the men begun to think//
that they where home with their wives and kids and that nothing could go wrong//
but as the doors opened and gun shots rang through the sky//
the men walked into the path of danger with their guns held high//
and figthing for a non lost cause//
and its name is freedom.

erm...this could be better...need to keep lines the same lenght to get a strutcute and a good flow..content was nice...but presentaion spoit it...anyways..good 4 a newb....staty up 7/10

thnx dog and hey how do they do these reward things for best poet do people just nomiate them I am new still to this.

yo i dont know what to say on that one is was weird one man but it is down to earth on whats happen'nover there.
just wonderin do you have fam over there????????