Tender showers of summer’s rain
Thawing little of this constant pain
Through winter and fall this treacherous game
In dungeons and floods and wicked plains
Upon my hearts diary I've inscribed bloodied names
Bludgeoning thunders I cannot tame
Born to live, crawl and die insane
By edge of sword many I have slain
For pride and country and great acclaim
All little estimated now drenched in blame
Heart, soul and arm accord in shame
Shall I rise now to catch my homebound train?
Await I’ll lie amid the honks in vain
Trampling upon my thoughts where I was lain
Many ran forth then I took my aim
One more aboard drenched in the stain
To the Man I clung still on my chain
I whispered and sobbed - felt like His bane
Soldier, oh soldier, still I remain
Shots, cries and prayers all on my brain
Crawling in my trench – hope on the wane
Awaiting the pass to get on my train
Ticket of silent steel – this heart to tame!
"Constellations of Thought" Jon Adoga ©2007
Tags: death, guilt, peace, violence, war
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