Of War
Contributed by
slayer_015
on
Monday, 17th May 2004 @ 08:51:04 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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Carrion birds flood the bruised sky,
Like the thunderous clouds of an augurs',
Ominous visions.
They have come to feed,
To feast on the proud flesh of youth,
Left decaying on the mirthless breast,
Of their estranged mother.
They,who were once so vibrant,
They,who were once so vigilant,
They,who were filled with the lucid,
Ideals of their callowness.
They,who were beautiful.
The battle has now ended for their tired souls,
They will now rest,
No more can they give,
Sons and daughters,
Fathers and mothers,
Rest now in the arms of his glory,
You too belong to the ages,
Rest now,
Rest.
The unceasing recollection of their sacrifice,
Will haunt those of us left to toil on,
To clear the greyness of their missed, Embrace.
To rear their children,
These things we shall do,
With heavy hearts,always questioning.
I speak of war,
I cry for the lost,
These childern of our bosom,
I cry for them,
I cry to their needless demise,
I cry to you great father of the west,
How much longer must we wait,
Their souls cry to you from the vastness,
Shoo away the carrion birds,
End the endless,
Quiet the warmongers.
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2004-05-17 20:51:04]
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