Curse this job I befell
For it was one handed to me
This mind a deadly tool
And this pen held is bloody
The names I place on this tablet
The names this pen will write
Place those men into battle
Right on the front line to fight
So here in my chair I sit
Looking beyond the window sill
Watching play all of the children
Of those men I have to kill
Damn what a bloody pen to write
What men should live or die
The weight of this decision
Crushes tears out of my eye
Will the good lord ever forgive me
Will he be able to take back this sin
So suddenly a revelation did hit me
And threw I caution to wind
Onto the battlefield running
Threw I the names I had penned
I stood on the frontline to fight
For I’ve not a family to tend.
1/27/07
Regis
Excellent well thought out theme that is applicable to a lot.
Liked it a lot.
Brett
Excellent!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
That's one burden I would never want placed upon my shoulders. When one actually thinks about it it's a lonely job being at the top and undoubtedly thankless.
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Well done,
Michael
Ron
random thoughts...yet, nice write.....Art Sun...