Treasure Island

Richard O'Connor


Death Serves In The Wars


death serves on the front line
he is on no one side
and he dose not care who or why
death serves on your side of the front line
death serves on the other side of the front line
he dose not care who or why
he will tack a soil like a soldier tack a life
he dose not care who or why
he has no regret not like a soldier who has the regret
he dose not care who or why
the soldier says to the life he has tacks sorry for what ive done
the soldier says what have i done
the soldier says who are you and why did i do this
the soldier cares who or why
who should tack the blame at the end of the day for tacking a life
the soldier who cares who or why
or
death who dose not care who or why

Submitted: Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Death Serves In The Wars by Richard O'Connor )

Enter the verification code :

Read all 1 comments »

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Thatch and Kilimanjaro, lee fones
  2. GAZA'S TRIUMPH IS EVERYONE'S انتصار غزة .., MOHAMMAD SKATI
  3. How, George Egba
  4. I Called Out To Love, Lora Colon
  5. Pages Of Unlimited Potential, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  6. The Woman, callum marvin
  7. Interior Light Shining, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  8. "Baby talk", Mark Heathcote
  9. GAZA'S TRIUMPH IS EVERYONE'S, MOHAMMAD SKATI
  10. Wondering Moments, RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Poem of the Day

poet Henry Lawson


The old year went, and the new returned, in the withering weeks of drought,
The cheque was spent that the shearer earned,
and the sheds were all cut out;
...... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

[Hata Bildir]