28 May 2012

You came to me once more in a dream as the stars above did gleam... It begins the same with the beat of a drum...

Hands of soldiers sway to a military march like the pleats of a skirt. You appeared flawless and proud. Not yet knowing the horrors to be on both sides afflicted. A senseless game of nations that are twisted.

But later still as my dream progressed Your image burned through the screams of mortar bombs and crashing rubble. Shaved heads fresh with stubble. I see a world ruined and a cause betrayed.

Bullets riddle flesh, eyes rivet to a final gaze And still my dream paints you running from the blaze, like a hero in an ancient tale. Bands of brothers bound to fail.

Here are the Men who battle with history and hate. The shouts of god fearing soldiers turning back to the faith of their mothers. But they know now it's too late.

And all the while our leaders send more souls like yours to be disregarded. Lives quenched cruelly by oppressive dictation. To wilfully seek their troops salvation.

And then as always you fade from view. As dust and blood obscure your face I know it is a fall from grace. I wake the minute the note arrives, " I'm sorry m'am, he did not survive"

renagade146Missing The War • Opuss № I