Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 72 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

R.I.P. - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

They gathered arms to obtain others glory
Mounted iron chariots to battle a foe
Tossed from its nest rocks at them
Into night pit spots unknowns
Flew flags on poles above them
Waving colored symbols in the breeze
As the people in the front wept and died
You are home a stranger to their needs
Each strike and drum roll a cry
Loud boom with blast of light an end plea
Each soldier clash of metal a fight
Someone doom to claim others dreams
Hailing surviving friends with glad sight
The victor who greet his home good night
Not having lived the terror or fright
Never saw cruel acts not right
Sadly war toll is not the answer
To win the outcome of this joust
Or its end a conclusive good for all
A man final air gasps for life
That figure held family to hope
Free owed security but a loss
Delivered from responsibility
R.I.P. Good Night.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The feats of battle and the contenders therein

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 26, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, May 1, 2015


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