Sonnet 5 (200 Sonnet's Of The Soldier) Poem by Leom Kolmnela

Someone's world drowned somewhere cruelly,
when a soldier closed his eyes eternally.

Why does this world like a river runs
over the heroes and bloodthirsty alike;
uglifying everything with blood and coffins,
without witnesses, writing history with a pike.

Somewhere in a labyrinth over the sky,
where all suffering souls the Earth liberates,
as steam from the spilled blood upwards fly
once youthful bodies, now numbers and dates.

So it was a long story written
with love and dreams unending.
A hapless young soul poured his passion,
yet extinguished before love experiencing.

Without real love he grew under command,
who taught him that first was the Fatherland.