Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead

Under Moldy Soil, Red Moon Overhead Under moldy soil, red moon overhead lay millions of corpses, wars wasted dead No bands playing, no sweet angels singing only ghostly echoes, slowly ringing. Cools winds blowing across such resting grounds on dark nights, ghost-whispers its only sounds Low moans, raging regrets of battle cries rebukes of those that sold such deadly lies. Sixth of June, sands give up soft wailing pleas from beach desert devoid of any trees Earth laced with spent cartridges , red blood and lead painful memories, of that war's lost dead. Under moldy soil, red moon overhead how we may wish that peace had ruled instead. R.J. Lindley June 7th, 1976 Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 Total # Syllables: 140 Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines) Words with (syllables) counted programmatically: Total # Words: 102 Old Note- War is a necessary evil because mankind needs blood letting to soothe its savage soul. And thus, is far too often a necessary reaction that insures the survival for the party that is first attacked. New Notes- 1. SLIGHTLY EDITED TODAY TO MEET TEN SYLLABLE COUNT ONLY. 2. Mankind can not give up making war until it can purge ALL evil from its mortal soul! Only one way to do that exists.. 3. I want to thank the poet that suggested that I go ahead and share this poem from my private writes. As it deserves to be read, I now agree with you my good friend..