Thinking of the children now force-grown to kill and the generations lost to Uganda and Somalia
Seeks shade of stone
Walks around the end of gun
By soldier left alone
Tyres mix the road and sky
Rattle of weathered truck
Dead rain drops from unseeing eye
Another turn of luck
Eagle screams through cobalt blue
Dropping death to fish in lake
He has drunk the past from view
No good for goodness sake
He too was young
Now grown too old
All songs are sung
Now life is cold
He kicks the stone
The lizard runs
The spirit groans
Through empty sun
The eagle cries
With joy of life
A young mind dies
In withering strife
Poetry by Adrian Wood
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Written on 2012-02-05 at 20:58
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Boy Soldier
Lizard panting in red dust sunSeeks shade of stone
Walks around the end of gun
By soldier left alone
Tyres mix the road and sky
Rattle of weathered truck
Dead rain drops from unseeing eye
Another turn of luck
Eagle screams through cobalt blue
Dropping death to fish in lake
He has drunk the past from view
No good for goodness sake
He too was young
Now grown too old
All songs are sung
Now life is cold
He kicks the stone
The lizard runs
The spirit groans
Through empty sun
The eagle cries
With joy of life
A young mind dies
In withering strife
Poetry by Adrian Wood
Read 494 times
Written on 2012-02-05 at 20:58
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