Chris Matt Poet Rhyme

Voices Left Behind

As the sirens sound, you can feel the temperature rise, 
this one will be a heated battle you think, as you grab your supplies. 
As the fighting begins, in your arsenal you reach deep, 
in the few seconds of silence you see a young trooper weep. 

As he cries he screams “I was drafted into this war, I don't want this.”
You see he had no choice in this matter, as bullets barely miss. 
One side begins to lose so they  fall back and retreat, 
although, fighting will resume, next time they meet. 

Not too long ago, these nations were at peace and united, 
and it seemed like a short time later, they were benighted. 
Neither side sees the lives they've torn apart and lost, 
it is so senseless how much this has cost. 

Both sides drew up plans and gathered their high powered fleet, 
Today's battle will be remembered, one side will leave in defeat. 
There is no holding back on this field, so they pull out their big guns, 
In the middle of it all without a shield, are the young ones. 

When it is all over, both sides are in pain, 
they both lost, and the innocent in between were slain. 
So congratulations, to the both of you on your holiday, 
I hope you both enjoy it, but it wasn't yours to give away. 

As the Generals shake hands, and the parties leave this place, 
it is the young victims shared, who walk out with disgrace. 
What they gave up wasn't only theirs, it too was mine, 
but in this war I lost my voice, and I don't know how to sign.  


***What does this mean?  What am I talking about, and no its not war.  So 
guess***

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Vince Suzadail Jr. June 6, 2011 at 4:08 PM The generals are lawyers, the young victims are kids. Sometimes a divorce is the biggest war we have to face as adults. The young ones get caught up in it and are shares of the spoils of war. They have no voice in it but they are the ones who suffer. Well written verse. Vince.

Andrea Dietrich June 3, 2011 at 1:10 PM Matt, this is not such a difficult "puzzle" as I imagined from what you were saying at your blog. I am influenced by what I saw CArolyn commenting at the blog. I am pretty sure she has got the meaning correct. parricularly from what I read in the middle part of this. I will go to your blog to say more, and wow, thanks for my win in your contest. I saw it just a while ago. I am glad you liked that poem/song. Luv, Andrea

Carolyn Devonshire June 3, 2011 at 10:57 AM It sounds like a custody battle between divorcing parents to me -- children caught in the middle with no shield, these are the true victims of divorce. I can see where many would interpret this as the Civil War and in a way divorce IS a civil war of a different kind, Chris. Awesome poem for my faves. Love, Carolyn

Debbie Guzzi June 3, 2011 at 9:44 AM Finding a moral spine, finding your voice, and that only the living can remember, the dead are still dead. Light & Love

Kabuteng P.Ink K. June 3, 2011 at 7:49 AM First thought that popped into mind after I read this was a couple undergoing divorce...please tell me if I am wrong! The "young troopers/ victims" would be the children caught in the crossfire of the parents--You've written this so well and for me, I could only surmise how difficult it is to be in this situation... and that two lines of yours just leaves so much to ponder on-- wonderful, thought provoking poetry, thanks for sharing!