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.
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