Fallen Soldiers
fights of bane strewn pale
colors point far to the lands of hope
hearts of leaders stay left for sale
why we pursue, this fear of fear
close our eyes, advance the sword
through the bond of men
men who cannot hear
brothers be, after a war
brothers don't stay, anytime else
(let's stop the crap. shit, i feel like John Lennon now)
4 comments:
so far this has been my favorite ben. somehow ur words show the power of decades of thought. we are all reading and no, poetry is not depressing.
As anonymous said, this is probably the best of the lot... intriguing, yet it speaks
I agree with both above here. And a belated but very happy bday to you. (Another Cancerian, eh?)
hahaha thank you thank you! like i said.. i want a BIIIIGGG preasent. You guys flatter me alot, but yet howcome it's the poems that i personally don't like that turn out to get the greatest attention... i'm on the road now so cutting it short.. : ) again, i remain perplexed...
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