Footprints of Sacrifice And Tears
The fog shrouds the morning sun,its cold, misty fingers prying
into any exposed piece of flesh,
as the soliders march across the field.
Dampened spirits, weary and worn
ragged and tattered souls tread
across bogs and scorched earth,
leaving footprints of sacrifice and tears.
What is the cause they're sacrificing for?
what is the point of this bloody war?
delivered into a man-made hell,
broken soliders march on
March on with eyes of sorrow and shattered hearts,
fighting continuously whether light or dark
crawling across a no-man's land,
all to suposedly help their fellow man.
Men and women offer their lives
in honour of their country, they often ruthlessly die,
War is a wretched battlefield clothed in despair,
Why does hatred spread in fear
leaving scars to fester and go unhealed?
when will peace come at last?
11/02/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-11-02 at 06:15
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