A Question of Cannon Fodder
A Question of Cannon Fodder
Drenched in the blood
Wept in raining puddles of agony
The wretched and forgotten
Mud of centuries
He fell by knees and palms
Dead to the feet of living
A Splashing tattoo of scarlet drumming
On the futile embrace
Of histories life spent warring
Driven by battle
Riffle, bomb, bow, lance, cannon, arrow and missile
And to thunderous skies
Where blasted shell burst wreaked its revenge of lies
Turned his eyes
And to heavens stars of eternal bliss
As to permanent darkness
Raised his fists
And cried to the voice
Of perpetual emptiness
And ever unanswered promises
A question of tears
Raised from a single heart inside a human chest
Screamed in hopelessness
“ARE YOU ENJOYING THIS ?”
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2008
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