They walk
Along. So tired,
So hurt. Faces cut,
Covered with dirt.
Eyes are open. Yet,
Still they sleep.
They feel no
Pain. Wounds
Are deep.
So far to
go. So
Little
to see.
Is It over.
Now.
Can It really,
be?
No more
Pain.
No Death
Ahead.
No more
Hurt. No
Tears to
shed. Home
they go,
Their job
Is done.
The war is
over.
But no ones
Won.
Walk on
Soldier. Hold
your Head high.
Your wives
Are waiting and
your children.
Cry.
soooooo good sarah, this gave me a lump in my throat.
I like it. I’m guessing it’s about soldiers returning from a war?
ah thanks yes it is about soldiers, i wrote it when i was 14 when the gulf war was on.