In a far away place a solider died
Lay gently upon his grave a sweet bouquet
And somewhere a mother cried
A child grieves for the father that has been denied
Longing for all that has been taken away
In a far away place a solider died
War, a horror that can never be dignified
yet we march off to war again today
And somewhere a mother cried
A cold stone palace where the heroes reside
Where too many have been invited to stay
In a far away place a solider died
All that is left when worlds collide
Is sadness and sorrow and dismay
And somewhere a mother cried
I say to you my brother your memory will not be cast aside
All that you fought for will never be cast astray
In a far away place a solider died
And somewhere a mother cried
a poem lamenting on the inevitable ill effect of wars...those concluding lines beautifully well placed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I read this a while back and again today it sends a shiver down my motherly spine Jim! Yes! every single loss of life through war, has a terrible affect upon a whole, or family that was whole....I like your villanelle and the form gives grace and power to the feelings of those left behind....I do hope their blood is not spilled in vain greed. Great work, smiling at you, Tai