The ghosts of war were not heaven sent!

I went to war
and never came back,
well not in the real
sense of the word,
however I was given
a concrete slab
in remembrance of me.
I see the politician
who sent me is doing well.
His family has grown
having families of their own
and he’s living a luxurious retirement.
Looking at my headstone
covered in green
I do hope someone
cleans the moss off.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I saw the WW2 graveyards. Lonely place for men who die for freedom. Your words honest and true Andrew. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you John sometimes the young were just pawns and paid with their lives due to some top brass mistakes, some strategic error or ignorance. The British who lost to the Zulus was a massacre out of ignorance and thinking their ways were invincible. Many thanks John again.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Andrew and you are welcome.