Burdens Of Young Soldiers

In the great hour of destiny they stand
Soldiers as dreamers
Dreaming of things, balls and bats

Going to the office in the train
Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty atheletes

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight
I saw him drowning in a green sea
His hanging face bitter as cud
With arms outstretched and drooping thorn crowned head

Sprawled in the bowels of the earth
Blind eyes, mangled limbs, darkened brain


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s