Those Lost in War

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The battle hardened old man and the war weary soldier
The soldier homebound, suffering
The sounds of the guns, the cries of the lost
They never truly fade, their there, lurking in their dreams

The battle hardened old man, stands on his porch
Looking to the sunset, but seeing the old battlefield
He hears the cries, the guns; he smells the sweat and fear
His wife of fifty years stands faithfully by his side

The war weary soldier walks by the tank
His weapon in hands, her letter by his heart
He yearns to go home, to be wrapped in her arms
But his sense of duty and honor, keep him here

The hardened old man sits in his chair, watching the screen
Seeing the chaos, hearing the words, the words of people
Who don’t understand, the sacrifices they made, to save this land
Those who say we shouldn’t fight, should spend one night, living my old life

The weary soldier rests on the crate, watching his men silently grieve
Losing their comrades and their friends is never easy
They all sit in the memory, of the explosion and the chaos
One moves to the tent with tears in his eyes, while the others act like they don’t see

The hardened man lies in bed, looking at the picture of his wife of fifty one years
She passed last year, now it’s his time, to join her with their Father
The cries never left his memory, the pain never ceased, until that night
When it finally ended, and he left his battle hardened body behind

The weeping wife curls up in bed, clutching the flag to her body
They had showed up yesterday, his tags in hand
She had held it in at the memorial, when they handed her that Purple Heart
But it didn’t ease the pain, of losing the other half that completed her

I sit here, writing this to you, yes to you and you
To those who think we don’t need this war, well, think on this
I live each day, praying and weeping for
Those men who sacrifice everything for us, for those of you

Who do not care, they are giving their lives over their
So you can sleep soundly at night, knowing you have something to wake up to
But see, these men and woman fight for more, than just our country
They fight for us, to keep us safe; they fight so we can be free

You say there is no reason, why we’re over there, but try to think of a world
Where we weren’t free, because if we didn’t fight, we wouldn’t be
Do you really think they would leave us alone? To live in our country in peace?

So don’t you dare tell me it’s not right, to send our men over to fight
Men and woman left at home, waiting by the telephone
To hear the voices of those they love, who are fighting for thousands, they don’t even know
To lose someone in war is a terrible heartache, but to hear that their sacrifice was worthless feels like you've taken a bullet yourself





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S. said...
Feb. 16, 2012 at 7:38 pm
this was amzing, you have a really good vocabulary and it was very thought provoking. i loved how you went through how everyone was effected by war. its a really big reality, have you ever written anything that involves the spiritual warfare?
 
Silmarwen-Nolatari replied...
Mar. 27, 2012 at 12:30 am

Wow, this was so long ago! TI emails me at weird times, I didn't know you had posted a question! I'm sorry!

 

And as to your question, yes, at times I do.

 
readaholic This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Feb. 2, 2012 at 3:58 pm
Really deep poem...i've never experienced anything like this, but this still touched me deeply. Well done.
 
Skyye replied...
Feb. 2, 2012 at 4:43 pm
Thank you so much!
 
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