Bee Kilpatrick


The Lost Road Of Peace - Poem by Bee Kilpatrick

The lost road of peace
Covered in fears
Scars of battles
Hide the way

Each generation
Searches for her
When the tolls are high
And the battle long

Each country sings a song
Of glory and battles won
When the trumpet sounds
The dead don’t rise

When the company shouts
Its last battle cry
They run for her
But wounded hearts

Speak of evil done
And repeat
The insanity
Which they have just come from

From time to time
We march down her path
But with prides detour
The march won’t last

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 15, 2010



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