Wheeze amongst the tall dead grass,
Guns, explosions leer,
A child, to become the last,
A hero they will cheer.
He stood embarked with glory,
The bullet told his story.
And midnight smiled, as time's awhile,
And no one she’d a tear.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 2nd, 2025 08:18
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Comments3
Sad enough to shead a tear. Moving and powerful
Thank you
Powerfully penned and delivered. The final line is hard to swallow.
Thank you
A powerful piece, last line a classic, enjoyed the read
Thank you.
You are very welcome
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