They fight in fields where flowers grow
of yellow, red and blue -
spattering blood on virgin soil
and blooms of fragile hue.
They fight beside the babbling brook,
along the wooded ways,
in meadows draped with misty veils,
on lands where cattle graze.
And so with faces masked in green
pulled from earth’s treasured trees,
they scramble through the undergrowth,
scorned by a whispering breeze.
Then fire their missiles through the air,
and cleave the ocean’s still,
scattering shoals of shimm’ring life -
their mission set to kill.
They fight in fields where flowers grow
of yellow, blue and red -
beneath the soft unblemished sky,
they fight ‘til all lay dead, lay dead …..
They fight ‘til all lay dead!
Beautiful Poem. The message is very clear. And ''They fight 'till all lay dead! '' is a memorable speech here. Thanks a lot, dear poet.
A lovely contrast you drew here with nature's beauty against humans' headless brutality. Thanks for sharing
The beauty of nature marred by the ugliness of man's idiocy. A wonderful poem Valerie. The rhythm and flow is admirable. So easy and enjoyable to read.
Beautiful poem, Valerie, Strong message in very poetic verses. The sharp contrast between the beauty and peace of nature and the ego centered fights of silly humans Excellent; ten + I am so happy you are writing again.
While I was reading, a movie was playing in my head. Great job kiddo and keep it up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a beautifully written poem. Heartfelt words. Thank You
Thank you Lyn, much appreciated.