Amid the fearsome crash of guns
that seek the souls of mother’s sons
and write new tales for history’s tongues
to wag, debating rights and wrongs.
What ‘voice’ had they, in what was just?
They did what must be done in trust,
that we would say, when they were dust;
‘twas not for death, that they did lust.
And now the last, Last Post has played,
and peace is won, and night is slayed;
salute all those, who homeward strayed
but spare a thought, for those that stayed.
Chris Birrane © 2011
Comments
Silver Spun Sand | September 14, 2011 - 08:02
Nice one, Chris.
Tina;-)xx
MaggieG | September 14, 2011 - 13:24
Thank you for this Hun
My husband is a deployed combat medic who will be home in 2 weeks. My Da was also a Master Sgt in the Army. He told me once
" Don't ever think a soldier forgets the dead. He carries them with him. "
My response to him " Then I will carry you. "
MistakenMagic | September 15, 2011 - 09:45
Beautiful poem, Chris. Perfect rhythm and rhyme throughout, as musical as Wilfred Owen with just as much heart!
Magic xxx
shyrewode | December 13, 2011 - 21:39
Deeply moving. A thoughtful and fitting tribute.
threeleafshamrock | December 13, 2011 - 21:55
Thanks Tina <3
Chris XX
threeleafshamrock | December 13, 2011 - 21:57
Wow, thanks Maggie; hope he keeps safe.
Chris XX
threeleafshamrock | December 13, 2011 - 21:58
LOL, thanks Blighters... happy grinding!
Chris ;)
threeleafshamrock | December 13, 2011 - 22:00
Thanks Miss Magic... always lovely to hear from you. You know just the right things to say ;)
Chris xxx
threeleafshamrock | December 13, 2011 - 22:01
Thanks shyrewode for your lovely comment...
Chris ;)