As His Young Fan Stood, Terror In His Heart
As His Young Fan Stood, Terror In His Heart
Coming home from war a different man
his only son, by far his biggest fan.
Yet horror of war deaths in his mind dwell
death of his brothers, war's mad, raging hell!
Blood and guts in war's horrific display
screams in dying, as they began to pray.
Helpless to save brothers, his dearest friends
brought violent seizures, gut wrenching bends.
As his young fan stood, terror in his heart
nothing helped, no wisdom could he impart.
One more victim of war stood there in fear
afraid that his father's death had drawn near.
With God's love and grace he said, "Son, please pray
for the blessing that you'll not face war someday."
Robert J. Lindley, 10-16-2017
Sonnet, (War Horrors And Its Aftermaths)
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017
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