Life laid bare as the years unfold
No one to speak to, story untold
Long fearful nights of broken sleep
Ever listening for foe, o’er trenches peep
Thoughts flash from comrades lost in battle
From front to front, herded like cattle
To families left in far away places
Waiting for loved ones, pain etched on faces
Of long silent waiting, unable to speak
Poor cramped conditions, feeling weak
The sight of a single bloodied boot
Missing heroes held in high repute
Advancing by stealth through darkened places
The sight of dying foe with pleading faces
Lie deep in thoughts that never fade
The lack of assistance on mind it weighed
The thought of children following suit
The thought of that single, bloodied boot
Never let the children go to war and fight
Never let the children enter this world of plight
Copyright Brian Peza Perrins 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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