The remaining march to the dark
Mel Reyes
Walk my soldiers
into the field of nightmares
where guns are fired
and the hit fall
Where cannons are loaded
1-2-3 and boom!
Craters the earth
There goes his legs
Poor man, he's dead
There goes John
Who lived everyday
writing letters to his Mum
Night and day
What she doesn't know yet
won't quite kill her
The last letter in his bag
in his tent
on his bed
Another man down!
Yells a soldier in flee
Jumping over corpses
Like a bunny
Soon he screams
a roar echoes out
He's been shot down
I'm sorry Ms. Nickels
Says the troop at her door
There goes Matt
Who partied wild
who hit on girls
in his base town
But called his mother
To confirm he's alive
What she doesn't know yet
Won't quite kill her
And sprawled like a run over toad
Lay Matt on the floor
His last breath has slipped
Add one to a million
Retreat!
Yells the chief
And like wild cats
They flee
their tails
between their legs
They dare not look back
Is it over?
Asks one,
wiping the sweat from his face
The captain looks away
If only,
he says
A war could last forever
He started
Until one is taken down
I'm afraid
The remaining sigh
And drain inside
If only,
They wish,
I could return home again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like your style alot.