Explore Poems GO!

Tragedies At War

The bugles call, the trumpets blow, the fife and drum join in.
The young men they all jump to arms while mothers' tears begin.
It's fine to see this brave display of men in rank and file.
Despite the cannon, shot, and smoke that reign the land with hate,
These soldiers fight with strength and vigor, knowing not their fate. The battles rage, the soldiers tramp, the bullets are dispersed.
They sting the heart and wound the pride of all of those they hit.
The fields are spacious, dark and deep and all is now unlit.
And only there are trodden corpses, bloody and contort. The heavens sob, the earth it weeps in gloomy harmony.
They mourn the death of their creation that have ceased to be.

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Delivering Poems Around The World

Poems are the property of their respective owners. All information has been reproduced here for educational and informational purposes to benefit site visitors, and is provided at no charge...

8/2/2021 6:08:07 PM # 1.0.0.667