Fistfight With The Devil Poem by Barry Middleton

Fistfight With The Devil



nineteen sixty nine was not
a time for the faint hearted
I still grieve the bitter loss
of soldier souls departed

a few who never went to war
have passed along the way
like another poet said
nothing gold can stay

they say there is a brilliant light
shining at the end
waiting there are all the souls
of all our kith and kin

now I don't know if that is so
I wish that I could believe
but what I saw down here below
was purposed to deceive

at any rate I'm tired of war
and hate and bigotry
it seems since nineteen sixty nine
that's been our history

I'm not afraid to leave this earth
I'll take my lucky charm
and tuck it underneath my shroud
to guard me from all harm

Fistfight With The Devil
Friday, August 12, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: death,hatred,terror,war
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Spock The Vegan 12 August 2016

but what I saw down here below was purposed to deceive That's for sure. Thanks for sharing.

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