Whose War

By Rodney Schmidt: 1969

If it’s not sand in the air
Then it’s the omnipresent rain.
The barbed wire gives a type of security
But still I prefer the sand bags.
A home? For now maybe…
But it can never do.
I’ll hide behind club room doors…
But I can’t forever stay.
You ask, why me?
But I ask you who sent me,
Yes, I think I know.
See you in a year…or so.