Randy Freie Poet Rhyme

The Fog of War

When nations go to war
The public knows the score
Sons treated like a dog
Cast in a bloody fog

Children and their mothers
Say goodbye to brothers
The fog shows in their eyes
But no one hears their cries

Soldiers are divided
And their fate decided
Lost in the fog of war
Like all the ones before

Sailors are reminded
In the fog you're blinded
After fog is lifting
Wayward souls are drifing

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Ann Cantu August 24, 2023 at 2:21 PM This hits home with the lonely sorrow and hopelessness of war, whenever or wherever it’s waged. Nicely crafted - keep up the good work.

David Fisher August 20, 2023 at 4:10 PM Creative choice to describe war...and writing about all those who will lose was well put together. Randy Freie August 20, 2023 at 5:08 PM Thanks David, everybody loses in time of war. Maybe some day we'll learn that.