I can not hold this thought in me, no more
It will sink the vessel that stands
Under this strain in half at Bermuda
I can not tell the mother that wave
Your son will serve at the front line
Of wars at Normandy where the enemy stands
And I promise to bring him back in one piece
For Christmas, I swear I would, indeed I would
Without any scare on hearts, oh sure I would
But batten down the hatches tonight
Just in-case, the earth should crack at Omaha beach
And I am only to have, his dog tag in toe
When I knock on your door this late
Oh, but he was a hero, made of brawn
Who fought for this land he called his own
I will make sure he gets a bronze statue with rose
Stood firmly in Trafalgar square with poppy
For he went to war with the bravest of heart
And fought in the fields, to free love in hostage
He found a spear, right through his heart
That left him bleeding, emotions gust
I can not hold, this thought in me
It weighs too heavy, on my weakened chest
While I wait outside, your door to announce
What words, am I to start of with
It weighs too heavy on my weakened chest
I can not hold t' thought in me
What a fascinating lyrical poem - so many images, so many promises - a wonderfully strong anti-war poem with a vivid great photograph to lead off - I really love this ...
ReplyDeleteLove this. War is a dreadful thing, no matter what the cause/reason.
ReplyDeletevery poignant.
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