For Freedom
I'm here once more
At the smouldering border,
Listening to bullets and bombs
Record a soldiers song.
On the battle field adrift
Pulling souls from their death
Choking in mustard clouds
Smothered in regret.
Pools of rusted blood dissolve
Beneath the charred pines,
Their thirsty roots of iron scent
Consume the viscous wine.
Angels flee from screaming mouths
As endless war breeds tragedy
For fractured man, blind to love
Results in ancient tyranny.
Leaking limbs left to infect
In chemical soil, decompose
Tainted rivers of bacterial rot
For Dormant plagues impose.
Our hearts and minds mutate
To a frozen titanium shell
And Our love is all but cold
In the illusion of freedom they sell.
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So very powerful makes the reader feel the tragedy and taste it, kudos. 🌹
Thank you x
You wrote with eloquence on this
subject, the destroyer of souls…War. We dream with peace, we hope, we love, but wars are always lurking around the corner with evil eyes. We hope…for peace. Excellent writing, Nine.
Unfortunately, this is what all men think.
Dear Nine Eleven,
Your powerful poem is the same content of a poem I am just completing about bringing peace to the world.
Your metaphoric ability is outstanding.
Peace and Love,
Larry
Thank you Larry, I look forward to reading your work.
'The illusion of freedom they sell.'
so true...if we could just get rid of 'them'
Your words really do paint the picture here...felt it x
Thank you Marion x
Fabulous work. Love it. The reader tastes and feels your words here ... the picture you paint with words is vivid, brutal and true. Well done and thankyou for posting x
Thank you Christina x.