You hear the tanks
Before the crimes
The burning flesh
The human cries
The burning homes
The twisted steel
You can take no more
Then cease to feel.
Their souls still walk
The winding path
Soldiers songs
Sung with a laugh
Tobacco pipe smoke
Rises still
Battles gone
As is the will.
The bodies lay
Dogs to feed
No burials
There is no need
None are left
All are gone
In the distance
The soldiers song.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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A grim and dark read this poem speaks to the horrors of war but in a matter of fact cadence and meter as if marching off over the hill. Nicely done Norman
Thanks my friend, much appreciated, you grasped the matter of fact way of war
You are most welcome Norman war is nothing that anyone wants to grasp the meaning of
In such circumstances poetically described ,the soldiers do not sing...
do they not ?
A sensitive write N. Sing a song - or ten - while waiting for that bus! lol.
15 albums and counting lol
I don’t often come across these poems but this hit close to home for I had family members who are veterans, and my brother is in the air force. This is a very good poem, nicely done.
most kind, thanks and appreciation
Norman, I wish humanity were as committed to preserving life as it has proven itself capable of destroying it. There are no words adequate to the suffering people inflict upon one another. Thank you for keeping our humanity before us, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I try, injustice only seems to increase, thanks and appreciation for read my friend
Beautifully written
most kind, thanking you and much appreciated
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