St.Claire Redwood

Gnarled hands, shaking, grip the worn stick
Groping the way for blind eyes,
This man knows nothing but his pain
And his sorrow for lost friends!
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Rhodesia December 1973

No glory here and not patriotism,
just the lifeless body of a friend
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Tiny hands grasping tightly to the fence
Lost forlorn brown eyes staring,
A pathetic figure torn by life
And she's only three years old.
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Dejected, outcast and despised
He sits on the sidewalk
Surveying the world that was his
But cannot be again.
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Hungry hearts remember loves lost in battle
While parents despair over bodies
That once were their sons so abundant with life,
And wonder why they should die!
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His proud shoulders stooped and aching head bent,
The man looked at the earth beneath his feet.
Blood, sweat, tears and long years on this land were spent.
Man alive! No man won land without pain.
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Death, end of all beginning
Why took you him?
Death, wages of my sinning,
Why such a price?
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What does the laughing child
know of growing up;
the pain of first love
rejected?
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There is no hope for tomorrow
the pain inside will not leave me,
and I'm drowning in my sorrow
that the world outside will not see!
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Thoughts, oh these obsessive thoughts
begone from my brain!
Let this churning, whirling end,
So night, take away the pain,
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I lost a special friend today
It was grey and looked like rain,
But no rain fell -
Although we needed it like hell,
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Tiresome and cold the road has become
This road to nowhere I'm travelling on.
My feet are weary, my brain is numb
Life is naught but a tragic con!
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