A Soldier's Cry
A Soldier's Cry
A soldier’s cry of the kings
Bleeding still from his heart
Opened by what he brings
During the war impart
Straightened by the narrow
Encased by fear’s early plunge
The soldier fight’s with arrows
Daring any man to lunge
Secretly over his eyes
Both corroded by life’s gross
All around him the despised
Another sight given close
A king he will become
After they see his true self
Never will he be lonesome
An image onto oneself
Power of this immense mind
Common thoughts brought on through
He aligned, surely resigned
Meandering softly into
The offer of knighthood
Has been left cast aside
So he would be what he should
King of the land from inside
Russell Sivey
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