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BooksByMel.Com
Poetry: The Soul Of Humanity
mel@booksbymel.com 786-985-2000
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It is my feeling that this is one of the most meaningful poems that I have written to-date.
It shows the futility of war, when human beings are forced to kill one another.
This poem doesn't depict the nationality of the 2 soldiers on the battlefield. You may choose for yourself.
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A Soldier
The sun pales the eastern sky, it's the promise of a morning fair.
A fetid land, enshrouded in a lingering mist, the dank smell of battle taints the air.
A soldier stands alone, his mind is clouded in a daze.
No matter where his eyes might roam, there's naught but desolation meets his gaze.
The guns are silent now, he hears a mournful sound.
A soldier, blood flowing from a mortal wound, lies near him on the ground.
Tears streaming down his face, so saddened by this moan.
*He tends this dying boy, though he wears a uniform NOT his own.
*The enemy soldier.
By Melvin I Taks
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