Poem -
Forfeit of War
Drawn to the rapture,
Crowds screeches cheated him of any sense,
The promise of pride,
The lure of honour,
Bribery too immense,
For a spirit callow as his,
Engulfed by the carpet of king and country,
Horrors concealed by a mask of promise,
His childhood forfeit,
For a conflict,
Where no soldier were convict.
Amongst the mothers,
Shrouding their torment,
Like clouds masked by steel,
With smiles so fragile,
Minds that don’t dare traipse,
Amongst carnage sons must face.
I am the the father,
Shadowed by remorse,
Whose boy fought but not he,
Who cannot open the telegram,
Unlike his son knowing he shall not rest in peace.
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Hello Doctor...
Horrors concealed by a mask of promise, his chill hood forfeit, for a confict,
Where no soldier were convict.
Thank You for sharing Doctor...
sparrowsong
Thank you, you're comments mean a lot! I'd be grateful for any feedback or improvements as this is for my homework...
Wow Doc!!......this is immensely ,moving...........what war does to a soul..........the initial desire to participate for the potential Heroism.........and then wearing the horrors inside...........and the whole truth becoming unbelievably difficult to convey.........This is a tremendous write.........never read you before........but I will be watching brother. (instant fan).........well done........and........Welcome to COSMO!!..........T xo
Thank you for the really nice feedback! I'd be grateful for any improvements as this is for my homework...