12 June 2012
When guns stop, Faith starts falling, Souls inside start screaming. Bodies shiver, Teeth start chattering, Palms sweat, Men get scared.
They wait; wait for an end that might never come.
A field once beautiful, Now a craterous wreck, Once full of flowers, Now one poppy stands alone, Much like the soldier who waits.
He waits; waits for the end that might never come.
Men who think red to blue, Broken inside, lost of all life, A rocking bird with thoughts of fear, Left the trenches for a hospital bed.
They all wait; wait for no end, it will never come.
Mua xx
The Forgotten War • Opuss № I