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Chess Men

Contributed by olhip on Sunday, 9th February 2003 @ 01:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry



The troops took their positions,as do chess men upon a board.
For once again the time had come for men to die by the sword.
The fallen tho not forgotten,their time comes to an end.
For shattered hearts left at home,too these do medals mend?

In the brush a soldier lies for a bullet passed his way.
Slowly a tear runs down his cheek for he knows it's his last day.
Elsewhere an eighteen year old boy who's been taught well to kill.
Has found in the heat of battle,it's not his chosen will.

Deep in the theatre you'll find a chopper carrying wounded off.
A soldier ponders how life will be, without the legs he's lost.
Bombing runs went well today,innocent victim count was low.
Another price of political war,innocent who'll never grow.

People in the village below,no longer have a place to live.
Their homes destroyed by mortar fire,that came from over the ridge.
Chess is a game meant to be played in fun with little soldier toys.
Not upon a battlefield,with men or with young boys.
. . .




Copyright © olhip ... [ 2003-02-09 13:00:00]
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Re: Chess Men (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Monday, 10th February 2003 @ 01:09:53 AM AEST
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your right...the metals and memories do little......... what a powerful write, im honored to read this, thank you, your writing friend, always nessa


Re: Chess Men (User Rating: 1 )
by Good_King_Bragi on Monday, 12th May 2003 @ 09:15:31 PM AEST
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And who said there was such a thing as a "holy war"?


Re: Chess Men (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Monday, 14th June 2004 @ 11:12:51 PM AEST
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great perspective, very true.




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