Defeat
Blood starts drippin' from the soldier's wound
Seeps like sewage 'neath the politician's room
Deep in the house, white fades to red
Blood starts drippin' from the soldier's wound
Seeps like sewage 'neath the politician's room
Deep in the house, white fades to red
Very nice poetry. I am overwhelmed. The poet is great who understand teary and hearty feelings of the people towards our great soldiers.
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My darling, words cannot say
How proud I am of you today.
You're beautiful, courageous, good, and strong.
Taking up the cause to right the wrongs
This poem has risen my emotions, i have shed tears as i scrolled down the lines. However thank you for reminding me of my fallen soldier brother, Simbwa, who died of multiple injuries just...
There are times we want to forget,
Like when troubles and sadness we've met,
But this day in November
We'll always remember
So many in my family went to war. And most came back. I am lucky and want to recognize all the people who have lost their lives to protect you.
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Behold the aging soldier. He's grown longer in the tooth.
He wears the scars of battle that had squandered all his youth.
Although his war has ended, he finds much to his dismay.
The demons that now haunt him just don't seem to go away.
A young boy playing games of war,
His imaginings filled with innocence, unaware of reality's horror.
He heard a voice filled with cadences being sung like hymns,
They sacrificed their lives, entered the gates of hell,
Onward they stumbled, while all around them fell,
War weary, ragged, faces dirt encrusted, black.
Impatient for the whistle, ready for attack.
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The honor guard stands sentinel and stiff-backed.
Their tears silently fall, for their brotherhood was forged in combat.
One of their own will be laid to rest,
Fallen heroes one by one,
In the news there's another one.
Whether they fight or whether they are on call,
It's time to thank them once and for all.
From year to year he drifts alone.
His story only few have known.
About a boy who went to war,
When I first came into this world,
You could not be there.
But Mommy promised every night
That you would always care.
My dad was killed weeks before I came into the world and only days before the horrible war ended, so he never knew the child he was expecting was a girl. I would give everything to give him...