My first real attempt at war themed poetry. |
At dawn the bells toll Dispelling the gloom of the nightly booming parade the explosion of shells in the streets and the screaming of sirens The dawn is for the dead, not the cautious frightened faces that peer out the windows, hoping that the city has not been blown away That prolonged hour when the sky begins to change Inky darkness bleeds into the horizon Leaving behind the tired sun who drifts into the sky The shimmering orb brings forth the living those left behind to carry the burden of the dead Lives cut short by the hammering of machine guns The distant ticking, that constant clicking, the sound of the clock of time For some it stops to soon, others plead for its final click Young men, nothing more than saplings, cut down before they could stretch out towards the beaming giver of life They spend a heroes eternity in darkness Never again will they feel the warm glow of the sun The inconsistency and fragility of life is forgotten by the people, the milling herd, the civilians those who's cups are always half empty They know nothing of the sacrifices made for them, honor is just another word Alone, on a distant shore, your son dies His heart bleeds out On his lips, three words ---"For my country" |