In the conflict, a figure starts to rise
Powerful on the horizon fate lies
Identical troopers covered in white
March through the endless night
Brothers fight side by side through crossfire
Bound by duty, driven by desire
Machines of war, created to fight
And save the republic’s fading light
Commanders lead squadrons onto the field
They follow orders, and never yield
They do what they’re told, never question
The brothers ignore any misconception
Because good soldiers follow orders
And they march along their base’s borders
They shoot when told to, how they were taught
They obey without any afterthought
For in the end, when all seems lost
Courage and hope will pay the cost
Through the chancellor’s plans they act
In the battle, they fire, intact
A shadow looms, a hidden hand
Guiding both sides with a dark command
Brothers turned against their kin
A tragic end, where none can win
The light extinguished, hearts turned cold
A tale of sorrow, yet to be told
In the silence, echoes remain
Of heroes lost, and endless pain
But good soldiers follow orders
The instructions coming from the chancellor’s quarters
They did the right thing, or so they wonder
They answered the call of war’s destructive thunder
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Author:
LP2187 (
Offline) - Published: September 22nd, 2024 03:20
- Comment from author about the poem: guess the theme if you can
- Category: Fantasy
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Thanks for 'favouriting' several of my poems.
I doubt I will guess the meaning of anything too cryptic (difficult, hidden meaning, etc)! lol.
Haha thank you!
This is all too appropriate these days. Sad but true. Very nice.
Thank you
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