Battalion -attention!
Battalion -arm!
With a thousand spears they
protect
defend
pierce from all sides,
This gallant regiment with Crimson helmets and flashing swords are
insurmountable
impenetrable
Victorious over all.
Soon to be enveloped,
softened
caressed
by Time
Battalion - disarm
Battalion - surrender
to remember
touched by time
softened
blackened
crippled
Your soft white hair becomes a pillow
to lay your head upon
to dream of
flashing swords and Crimson helmets
Oh how I love this poem, the ending is shockingly true and renders me filled with many questions about that futility of war and that of life. Great write :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Beverley. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.