Stood in formation
The eternal beds
From which none rise - except for
Daises, fed by tears.
They fell like rain, the wartime tears
But no-one heard them o'er young men's screams.
The blood-soaked mud drowned all their fears,
Their lives, their futures, their mother's dreams.
So many, broken, empty mothers.
Their fruit laid waste to spoil, for what?
Yet we celebrate in arms our brothers,
When they march, and where they rot.
If I tread upon your feelings, It is because you left them in the path I blindly follow.
Oops. Lager-fuelled doggerel. I thought I'd had the sense to close down my browser before getting sozzled.
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Of a certain age
Stood in formation
Cenotaph or urinalMen in remembrance.
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The eternal beds
From which none rise - except for
Daises, fed by tears.
Brothers in arms
They fell like rain, the wartime tears
But no-one heard them o'er young men's screams.
The blood-soaked mud drowned all their fears,
Their lives, their futures, their mother's dreams.
So many, broken, empty mothers.
Their fruit laid waste to spoil, for what?
Yet we celebrate in arms our brothers,
When they march, and where they rot.
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If I tread upon your feelings, It is because you left them in the path I blindly follow.
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Oops. Lager-fuelled doggerel. I thought I'd had the sense to close down my browser before getting sozzled.
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Liked what you wrote!