Ravages Of War Poem by ENOCH JOHN

Not many men
Can stand in the heat of battle
And hear the rumble of big guns
And mortars exploding near
And not turn and run
To preserve life and limb
And live to enjoy life's blessings.

Yea, some have been branded cowards,
And cowards they may be
To flee from the raging inferno
Created by these nefarious men....
Who, in league with Lucifer,
Sell the lives of gallant men
Who posthumously are awarded medals
And whose wives stare at these shining objects,
In misery,
And loneliness,

With wistful eyes.