On The Hacksaw Ridge

Kinsley Lee

The ridge is high and steep
By the movie, and now, they clepe
It as the Hacksaw Ridge. The traces
Were left in many places.
Here and there, the old corries
Try to talk the old stories.

The fiercest battle was there.
The young from all of sphere, 
By the orders they must kill the opponents, 
Not met as the match opponents.
Not war, shaking hands
They'd watching Olympic on their lands.

The Okinawans civil're dead
At that battle, where their fathers' dead
Place didn't know the reason.
To people, it's painful season.
It blows, the winter breeze, 
The cenotaphs are under the trees.

The falcon is flying in free
And the memory is dim to tree.
The sea which's far away
Is glittering in the lights of day.
A crow caws the old story
In woods but it runs off a lory.
(Jan.,5th,2024, Kinsley Lee)

  • Author: Kinsley Lee (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 12th, 2024 10:21
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  • Lorenz

    Thank you ! I didn't know this film of Mel Gibson !

    • Kinsley Lee

      Hi! Thank you for your kind comments. I was impressed by that film. So I visited the Hacksaw Ridge, Japanese call it as Maeda Ridge. Have a nice weekend!



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