Fallen Soldier Poem by Samantha Ashley

Fallen Soldier



Fallen Soldier
Fallen Angel
He weeps upon the dirt floor
For what does his grief belong to?
Death of his own man.
Destruction of the land.
Disillusion that war callously brings.
He clutches the kleenex in his hardened hands
but can never remove the blood.
They tell you that you go in a boy and come out a man.
Well, they gotta tell you something.

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