THE FIGHTER PILOT'S LAMENT
By Indrani Ananda
Wed, 30 Jan 2013
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I do not hate them, those I kill;
All strangers in a foreign land;
I do not love them, those I guard,
Nor do I see them close at hand.
Yet to the skies my life I pledge
As through the clouds I blaze my path
To fight a foe I must not know,
Nor ever meet in aftermath.
When to the Earth my torn wings fall
As good and evil pay the price,
Not one shall mourn me of them all,
Nor thank me for my sacrifice.
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I really like this,
I really like this, especially the first stanza. It says so much about war in so few words
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"When to the Earth my torn
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"When to the Earth my torn wings fall
As good and evil pay the price..."
about says it all Indrani.
Tina
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Hello Indrani. I thought
Hello Indrani. I thought this was a marvelous poem with an excellent rhyming pattern. You sum up perfectly the thoughts of a serviceman going about his duties, one who is not unfeeling, but in fact very sensitive. He strives to distant himself from his acts of destruction. For him it is nothing personal against the people he kills. He neither knows who he is killing, or even fighting to protect. He only know that he is performing his duty and his saving grace is that he is shielded by the anonymity within which he works, while all the time recognizing his own mortality. A very sensitive poem, Indrani and I applaud you for it. Well done.
Trev
TVR
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Sorry Indrani I missed this
Sorry Indrani I missed this one. And it's a poignant piece of poetry and no mistake.
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