Remembrance

Footprints in the mud
From yesterday`s attack.

Hundreds heading out

Dozens heading back

Either way
You face a gun
One of ours
Or one of the Hun
When you hear the whistle blow
Over you go lads, over you go.

Make your peace
With Him above
Think about
The ones you love
When you hear the whistle blow
Over you go lads, over you go.

Take the glory
Take the pride
See you
On the other side
When you hear the whistle blow....



Poetry by Yanto
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Written on 2015-11-08 at 01:33

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful piece. It expresses it so well. There was nothing else for them to do but make their peace with god and themselves and wait for the whistle. Hearing it must have sent shivers through their bones.
2015-11-13


Ivan R
Powerful, peaceful, still in battle ... great piece!
2015-11-10



This poem speaks of memories and of acts, frightening acts, that continue to happen today. Chilling in its brevity and truth.
An excellent write.
2015-11-08