Nicholas Cruser

Rookie (4-24-97 / Hamilton NJ)

The Retired Gun Fire Of The Fallen - Poem by Nicholas Cruser

The fallen shells of bullet casings.
Lie scattered along the ground.
Next to hollow bodies of once occupied souls.
That are scattered all around.
The smoke has cleared but the memories still remain.
The failed prayers of the fallen brothers stay in the trenches.
Among the ruble of ruined cities.
Great men lost to the wind
Struck by projectiles that are meant to spread fear
But they stood tall and fought back
In the end they paid the price.
No prayers or burial
The only thing they have left is their names around their necks.
Droplets of water spatter the blood stained uniforms.
They lay until the arrival of fellow allies
They recover the names of the K.I.A
Letters are sent to love ones
A child loses his father
A house wife becomes a lonely widow.
These are the outcomes of the ammunition sprayed from weapons,
of mass destruction.

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Comments about The Retired Gun Fire Of The Fallen by Nicholas Cruser

  • (5/15/2011 12:28:00 PM)

    Awesome work. Great imagery with nice style. Great write indeed. I rate it 10. TFS. Please read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 15, 2011

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