Dead of the war

This poem is for all those who never made it...

The dead of the war stand in gloom
A scarlet tinge for the muted room
People beaten by tools of war
Stand together, forgotten in law

Anxiety and anger purge my heart
This beats to the soldier’s steady march
Into battle we must go
Our general shouted, we moaned and groaned

My conscience took me by the hand
Or cowardice I turned and ran
Murdered by our former friends
Comrades' lives, now loose ends

A shell amiss, an ‘honourable death’
The recollection of quickened breaths
The flicker book of Sundays passed
A life that was meant to last

Respect upmost those who fought
Let them occupy your thoughts
I’m not the mean and selfish kind
These people will always fill my mind

I loved my life, I treasured it
Now memories come back in bits
We marched in battle, four by four
We are the dead of the war

Author's Note

If you like it please recommend! I am open to any criticism you may have....thanks!

Reviews

[Rube Frost]

Truly a great read. I enjoyed the way you illustrated it all. It felt so real reading it, it was almost if I was in one myself. Thank you for sharing this, and keep up the great work!

[barnaby harrison]

Thank you very much

[Valentine]

This is a deep, thought provoking write. Recently here in the states was Memorial Day. Flags flying on all the military graves. Sad but remembered. Then in the paper, one cemetery that would not allow the flags,,WHY? Valentine

[barnaby harrison]

Thank you for your comment and i agree...why no flags?