Broken
Broken flowers in the fields
Littered across a sea of green
Broken spears and broken shields
Mark the place where the Warrior has been.
Broken bones beneath the sod
Spectral sighs come with the breeze
Brave men die for some sacred God.
In battle died some King to please.
Broken Armor, broken Guns
Litter the ground once again
Broken Daughters, broken sons
New bloods fertilize the grain.
Battles fought across the years.
For different Gods and different Kings
Different mothers shedding tears
Fearing what the next year brings.
The shifting earth will cover all
Evidence hidden from history’s eye
The valley awaits the next trumpet call.
New Battles fought new Battle cries.
R A Spicer © July 28, 2004
blessin's Robin,
cynth'ya lewis reed
Thank You for sharing Your treasures. I heard Your voice, Poet!
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
What a sad and tragic world.