SOLDIER

nephilim56

He stands amid
The ruins and death
Blood upon his hands
Alcohol on his breath.

He looks to his uniform
Tattered and torn
A symbol of death
To the bodies strewn.

Layed at his feet
Is this glory or shame
Is the guilt his own
Or politicians to blame ?

  • Author: nephilim56 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 23rd, 2024 04:33
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  • Doggerel Dave

    The guilt, I believe should be shared - although in some instances, for some individuals economic disadvantage initially kicked them into the armed services.
    Question well posed.

    • nephilim56

      you are correct, poverty is a big draw



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