Militant minds
Beauty of the dream
In honor of the command our soul
was wounded.
Medals we attain with the daring spirit,
Which mock our courage to death.
Nature in its innocent has crown us
With guilt.
Our enemies we protect and enter into battle
With those we LOVE.
Briliant a superb reflection of the tears flowing down the chicks of a soldier.. I also have a poem of the same title, but I hail respect to yours, nice work... The_African_Son
word coming from the minds of a soldier., confused...who is the enemy? , and who is to be protected...........a very good write.......9
our soul is wounded....really a very good poem....i like it very much dear poet...keep writing...please read my other poems
Dave is right. i try to find out the real enemy but i do not find even a single one. every one whom i treat as enemy, is either biased or suffering from some complexities. A great poem with a great theme
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like this, a really great poem.