The Fallen

a soldiers wife13

Fathers, sons, brothers, uncles

men whom we loved so dearly

went to war to protect us fiercely

marching unkowingly towards their death

they fought to save

the wild wild west

and those whose voices cannot speak

they expect no word of thankz

as they march silently forward

a hero's death is all they will meet

silent victory that is bitter sweet

the night sky lights up

as if there were fireworks going off

trenches filled with soulless corps

smell of death fills the air

these who survived are only half there

the battlefield looks as if

it were a sea of blood

in place of those men we lost

a field of poppies grew

a silent reminder of the fallen few

the fallen brothers who side by side

fought bravely on that battlefield

did it for love, peace and for our country: healed.

  • Author: Little Shit (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 16th, 2010 11:44
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 55
  • Users favorite of this poem: Cheeky Missy, StormyDay
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Very sweet tribute.
    It is very sobering.
    I like it. You did an excellent job!

  • StormyDay

    Very sad, but with a good message. Oh, the injustice of it all!



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