Hello Minefield In The Sand

(Sung to Neil Young’s “Cowgirl in the Sand”)

To an Unfeeling Landmine

So Sorry Neil

This spontaneous post is a follow up to the frivolous one below

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Hello Minefield in the Sand

Is this place at your command?

Can I live here just a while?

Can I pass your sweet, sweet style?

Not old enuff now to change my ways

When so many died here

Is this your plan?

It’s the problem with you

That makes me wanna go insane

So many innocent doan wanna play yer game

Hello dead one in the dust

You died because of us

Your band did not begin to rust

I guess it was all the sin I had

To trust a walk that didn’t seem bad

Holding out now, to change some things

Just some water; do that seem strange?

I was hoping that you’d turn bad

Go away now, I’d be not sad

But you hang around…

To kill my kids

You make me feel angry, but not like this

Purple blood on a sand background

With so much about you,

You’ll never be found…

Until you kill someone else.

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Too many people die still today from landmines meant to kill combatants in so many older, forgotten wars. 

6 thoughts on “Hello Minefield In The Sand

    • During my three years in Sinai, several deaths occurred from landmines. Some human, lots camel. Some Bedouin, mostly UN. No ‘Mericans. The Bedouins would get pissed (and rightly so) when their camels died, but then, those folks had been in the Sinai for a thousand years. They had seem much travesty. I believe the Israelis had been clearing the mine fields after the Six Day War, but gave up after the Yom Kippur War in ’73. The mine fields were mostly clearly marked, but the sand often obscured the markings. It was always somewhat of Russian Roulette when driving in the Sinai. Sometimes the wind would uncover the mine fields. They always impressed me with their geometric beauty. Deadly, but someone had placed them ‘just so’ and… Well the most hysterical sight I ever saw was a group of UNEF soldiers clearing a mine field. They were Polish. I don’t wanna get into that here, but I may blog about it.

      Thank you very much for sharing my mind, er, mine experience. This is a true story. I have more bizarro shit to relate.
      –Lance

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