Soldiers tears
In blinded eyes
Broken hearts
Face new starts
Wife and children
In breast pockets
Now are blank
Save memories docket
Keep in line
Hands on shoulder
Of man in front
Still a soldier
Regimental orders
Still are barked
Above the battlefield
Sing the larks.
Looking for
A branch to settle
Upon the odd tree
Ravaged by metal
A world of darkness
Forever now
Mans inhumanity to man
A cursed vow.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments6
A truth etched in poem for perpetuity🙏🏻🕊️
thanking you, much appreciated
We see ourselves as above other animals but they and the lark sit above us watching us destroy not only them but ourselves. This poem is dark and holds a foreboding feel of self condemnation. Very well written and a fave
most kind and spot on comments, thanking you always much appreciated
You are most welcome my friend
What's it all for in the end? I have so much respect for our soldiers 🌹 beautifully done.
most appreciated, thanking you for read
A fine write N. Unfortunately (or fortunately?) you've had plenty of time to hear those larks while waiting for that bus, while they hear your melodious tones of 'Where is that *&^%£!**#! bus?' lol.
wait till we have flying buses that dont turn up lol
A wonderful poem Norman showing the horror of war.
Andy
thanking you, as always very much appreciated friend
I wish there were no wars. I had friends whose dads were soldiers of various defence systems, and I saw how their family was scared before they left for war, 'What if this is the last time we see him?'
Well written.
I agree, thanks for read always much appreciated
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