Is recognition name of the game?
Honoured Glory of many a soldier
Defending the country
And offending the enemy
Son of another mother face unknown
Sitting in a prayer pining for life
Gun dangling anywhere around
Ready to pierce point convenient
When others are at nine to five
Do not find time to time
Darling kids across the table
Loving wife lacing her breasts
Up against the shoulders so cool
Making warmth inside and outside!
Toiling here in the dust and din
Burning feelings charging as rage
Last coupling final for this life?
Parents’ meet when we will have
Festive gathering forgotten bliss
Memories kill before the bullets fill
Is this the game I wanted to play?
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very eloquent.Your compassion becomes you. As poets, we are privileged to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves. Warmest regards, Sandra