by: Wm. A. Lumbert

Arrakis Redone

The afghan coriolis storm blows
 
And I know in my soul it knows
 
More I will be flayed to the bone
 
Before I ever shall see shores of home
 
 
 
The shield wall bends the killing blow
 
And I know in my soul it knows
 
The Hesco Wall is sure to fall
 
Before my loves voice I hear or call
 
 
 
The Fremen come to deal the blow
 
And I know in my soul they know
 
The afghan men shall leave me dead
 
Arlington’s field will be my bed
 
 
 
The final kiss my love will blow
 
And in her heart she very well knows
 
The afghan war her heart was torn
 

In loneliness our son is born.

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