THE DESTROYER
Worms are slowly working throughThe steadfast body off this man.
Once awesome weapon of war,
Now a replenisher of this land.
His carcuss lays 6 feet below,
Once a destroyer of this land.
A good soldier the Vilest man,
What we reap we must sow.
A raper of this pleasant land,
His comrades died long ago.
Never buried burn below,
Like wilting flowers in the snow.
Nature dancing over them,
Feeding animals on this land.
As their comrade does below,
Why was he buried so long ago.
The Archaeologists that found him,
Laying in his now stagnate grave.
Thought he was some innocent brave,
Buried with his battle axe and spear.
With a flat stone covering him below,
In fact they'll never know he was hated so.
Buried by a superstitious tribe, Just in case
he came back alive, To reek his vengeance.
Buried with a stone to hold him down.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2024-06-15 at 00:04
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