Is It Cold Where My Brother Lies? - Poem by Stephen Loomes
Is it cold where my elder brother lies
No, it is cold here in the world of lies?
Who cares when a soldier dies?
The grave replies His wife, and brothers,
And very few others.
But who sent him to fight
In a foreign land?
Someone who remains alive,
His future well-planned
A coward who never loosed a round
Or shivered as mortars fell to ground.
And who had the power
I want the truth?
A member of parliament,
Sent the bravest of our youth
Draining their lives blood
To spend it on wars
What effect did the battles
And the killing he’d done
Have on his life?
It had broken his gentle spirit,
His aspect so fair
And took away his life
And left him a cripple in the care
Of his wife
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