mostafa itani


Soldier's March - Poem by mostafa itani

Midnight approaches without any thought in mind
Seems we have forgotten the clean brood of blind
Sitting alone on the long road of shiver
Dusting of the wind that made their eyes pain and glitter
Soldiers! ! For they were treading on the long road of harsh
Distant they paced, way far in the dreadful marsh
Have we forgotten them?
Marching in and marching out they knew there's only one way to end a war
A trick within, leads to a sacred win which is marching through their cellar door
Drained by their languid acts they knew that their time must come again
Choose now they praised to the revered ones to dice their wrists into ancient lakes
Like zombies they tramped following their stream, leading them to a restful gate
Asylum behind the fences reacts mimicking around their blissful fate.
Back to life
Around the clutter
Where we find aggression, and rigid hostility
Back to ground where our speeches mutter only in pain of inadequacy
We roam this stone, unknown and uncertain
Lingering to wait for the upcoming burden
So hear me soldiers as I say
That there exists only one way through
A way sublimed by distinct bloom
And it is so easy to do
A way clustered by eternal divinity
And it is so easy to do
A way that cripples eternal infinity
And it is so easy, honest, and true.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 7, 2012



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