Precious life
bled out on the battlefield -
naked, bleeding souls revealed
and in the name of peace;
Children lost,
never to be found again,
matters not, for none will win
the ravages of war;
Neither side
will find the solace in their loss,
they say their prayers and kiss the cross,
But nothing can be saved;
Brave the child
who sacrificed his life for peace,
who willingly did sign the lease
oblivious to fear;
Yet, all that's left
to fill the void within our hearts,
a flag to prove they played their parts
heroically and well;
Life goes on,
and still the grief flows raw and deep,
the nights drag on devoid of sleep,
for nothing cures the pain;
Precious life,
imagine how it could have been,
if death was not an option when
the world lay in their hands;
Parents cry,
for senseless wars will e'er be fought,
freedom's peace cannot be bought -
our children soldier on.
11/11/2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I tink kids lost to war is an irreplaceable loss. So sad if kids r urgd to fight to d kill endangerin themselves. Great how u wish 'dat if death werent an option' yeah i wish along with u. A splendid swell poem u wrote for parents of soldiers.