Valsa George Poet Rhyme

A Soldier's Tears

Charged with a fiery spirit, full of valour
To protect the nation from rival force
Volunteered to join the armed force
Knowing well all risks, sans remorse

Plucked away from hearth and kin,
Often had to dwell in lands unknown
For daring and diligence, laurels he had won
Ever confronting foes, lived a life forlorn

Lay in ambush in dingy trench
Crossed swords with formidable might
Starved to death in enemy camps
Fought with verve for country’s right

All through service, knew no rest
Ease and comfort, he had none
To drill and discipline, he was wed
Life’s winsome pleasures, he did shun

Bravely bared his manly breast 
Before triggered guns and flying bullets
Shed out drops of sweat and blood 
To save the nation from rival blasts

Now back home, wounded and hurt
Life is limping without hope
The sky is dark, not a ray of light near
No one around to serve as prop

Winds blow fierce striking fear
He struggles to make both ends meet
Through long and lonely roads he walks
All he sees is the stark grimace of defeat

Even his close family turns a cold face
So painful it is that all seem to ignore
A hollow emptiness now fills his space
Who would care a cripple back from war?

June.28.2022

Tears of a Valiant Soldier’s Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Faraz Ajmal 

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Michael Tor July 1, 2022 at 12:58 AM A reality Valsa that is seen to often. Your truth and compassion are felt in your words. Blessings your way...

Robert Gorelick June 28, 2022 at 8:10 PM Returning veterans are often slighted and avoided. In Pasadena CA. there is a hospital for returning burn victims from the war. The community circulated a petition to have the hospital removed as it was upsetting people. We should think very carefully before we send young people into battle. Best, Robert

Rico Leffanta June 28, 2022 at 6:51 PM Well said and done, but I wonder why no one writes about supplies that never arrive to feed and arm soldiers on the front line? Aloha!

Gershon Wolf June 28, 2022 at 5:16 PM Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Triple ouch. Unfortunately, your poem is too often right on the mark. The world can sure be a cold, cruel place. ~ Gershon

Sotto Poet June 28, 2022 at 9:48 AM The poetry you've written, Valsa, is a work of brilliance and compassion. Many individuals who come home to an empty feeling end up using drugs again or taking their own lives. The soldier had finished his duty, but no one seemed to care. Due to my extensive experience in this field, I am well-versed in dealing with ungrateful people. Best wishes for the contest.

Vijay Pandit June 28, 2022 at 5:43 AM No wonder they shed tears -- facing a thankless society. Life is not fair. Your poem gives voice to many who return home to empty feelings, Valsa. Emotive write! Best to you.

Victor Buhagiar June 28, 2022 at 12:57 AM This is indeed a poignant poem. The soldier did his duty but no one cared about him. Brilliant poetry, dear Valsa.