A Summer darkness
Did screen them
Walking along
A winding road
The scent of apples
Between the tobacco
Deep in thoughts
Returning home.
Defeated broken
Without mercy
Each victim of madness
Dead within
Hard battles fought
Now behind them
No more orders
Guilty still.
One was once
A school teacher
Taught to plunge
The bayonet in
Twist and turn
Sharpened steel
Tutored in the art
To kill.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments5
Good write N. Terrible times.
thanks, appreciated, yes theres no good news anymore
This is a graphic and cold sad poem of the horrors of war and its effects on those that fought it. Made into what we never were meant to be. Well done and a fave
thanking you much appreciated as always
You are most welcome Norman
war changes men forever - the innocence is lost, and the guilt remains
a brave depiction of reality
thanking you its much appreciated
welcome, as always
One day we may have love in our world Norman and war is no more. We can but hope.
Andy
so true but it seems to be going in the opposite direction, thanks for reading always very much appreciated
A haunting and very raw reminder of the horrors of war and the mental and emotional effect it has on people, that lasts long after survival, well penned.
most kind , thanking you and much appreciated
You are very welcome
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