I gazed upon this lifeless wretch
Through watered eyes and gagging stench
Amidst the bodies of his friends
Left bloodied, broken in a trench
I gazed upon this murdered man
Left to rot inside a ditch
Far from home in foreign lands
Where buzzard’s craw and bodies twitch
I gazed upon this scene from hell
The corpses floating in the mud
A tragic tale for me to tell
Scribed in my dear comrades blood
My heart is heavy with sadness, i could cry. We have to do something to make this world a beautiful place to live in. Your poem clearly depicts cruelty of some people, and it should be the opposite, Kindness! .How i am touched by this.you are very talented, and for this, i salute you! Your poems are simple, and i love the way you present it..You deserve a warm applause!
the moment i started to understand what you went through tears ran down my cheak. u are very talented i would love to read more! ! love amanda
Sounds very personal and almost beyond comment but it needs telling and you have done it very well. I like your work. All the best David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you break faith with us who die we shall not sleep though poppies grow in Flanders fields........thoughtful write.....John