Memories Unspoken
Date: Saturday, 3rd June 2017 @ 07:44:05 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: softerware
Rise up on the battlefield;
While chimes the deadly knell;
Kneel beside the sword you wield;
And count the bodies felled.
Who has won for what you’ve done;
And how shall time describe;
These fallen sons whose colors run;
On torn flags in the sky.
They came too young in season;
To stop and wonder why;
Today he seeks a reason;
Why he alone survived.
His old eyes see the history;
Of friends, long gone, who fell;
A mystery to me that he;
Regrets he lived to tell.
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