The soldier
Stands on a battlefield
The enemy fallen and dead
Outnumbered yet who would yield?
Now red waters cleanse the grassy field
All twisted and screaming
And all of them dead
Greenery
Where only the damned shall tread
The soldier looks at a fallen man
A young soldier filled with vigor
Filled with haste
The soldier gazes upon the mirror
This is enemies' face
And he looks and sees
They are all the same
All of them seem to carry his name
And the tears
Salty rivers and metallic red
The recipe for a soldiers dread
For a soldier shows no fear
When the enemy is near
And should rejoice over bodies of dead
But what if they all
Are the soldier instead?
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Father- a collection of poems
PoetryA collection of poems covering many topics and issues ranging from suicide to heartbreak. Whatever you take from this, just remember to help those less fortunate than you or those going through a tough time. Nevertheless, I thank you for taking time...
