By the ruins of the church
the soldier looks up to the sky
waiting for the time in which
his brother might stand by his side.
Across wasteland and bodies
fifteen holes dug up by the men
entrenched down into the earth
cover the shame brought upon them.
Never again will he stand,
or gaze into his child’s eyes of life
and he crawls into the trenches
hoping to be buried when he dies.
2 comments:
excellent imagery friend, a very well written piece, loved it :)
Certainly...a haunting tribute the grusomeness called 'war'..well done.
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