Alexander Foald


Men Of War - Poem by Alexander Foald

A frozen lip under the water, blue like the depth below
Eyes cannot see anymore, just staring at the sky above
One man died out of misery, never knew what comes tomorrow
And here is the sun with her gracious light, until she drops

Of all the words spread within the wind, of all the faces unknown to each of them
There’s nothing to be afraid of, there’s nothing to scare us off, just bullets and guns
Inside our heart, still missing home where wives and children wait, we condemn everything
“Would I be home soon? Would I come out of here? Would this ever end? ”

Hands freeze in the cold summer and nothing can warm your mind
We’ve fought many enemies, we’ve stole many lives, we’ve broke through every lines
And now we’ve forgot how we used to live, how we used to love as human
Just scars and wounds left open in our back, reminiscence of wars that we never won


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 23, 2010



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