The lips are thin their colour grey
the hair is dull and lank
the skin is pallid
tugor at bay
the smell is fetid, rank
the wound is swollen
putrid, reddened
exposed are tissue and bone
what man lies here
dead and neglected?
what inspired him to roam?
the war that left him lying here
alone on hardened ground
did abandon him
as all wars will
to his silence amongst
the furious sound
what home did he leave?
what cause was his?
that left him so cold and pale
so far from where he began
so distant from a family’s wail
with no one to grieve his lost soul
with none to respectfully lay him deep
we will take him to yet another hole
we will bury him amongst the others
in yet another heap
Poetry days #15.
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Hard to put a smiling like on these words because I feel the sadness in them. Too many lives lost and to what end, seems nothing changes.
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I often wonder why this is something we never seem to learn from? Every miserable experience of war throughout history has come to nothing more than a victor’s short sighted version of success without any account of the overwhelming long term cost all around them.
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No wonder the ones who survived and return from war are forever changed.
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It seems humans will never learn not to fight each other no matter how “superior” to other species we think we are.
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