A poem of many dyimg soldierso as one called out in deaths awaiting
|Soldier's war cry|
A soldier boy was calling me His faint cry heard all around
The air was still and silent
And dusty sand lay on the ground.
The far outstretched plains lay before me & carried on for miles ahead.
And many a soldier's body could be seen Although most of them lay dead.
But still a soldiers voice called out
Which i could faintly hear.
But with so many bodies strewn around
I wasn't sure of which one cried out in his fear.
But still I kept on reassuring him
With only words that could not explain
How much I really feared for his life
And if in death he would die from pain.
Then I saw a movement
Just slightly but it didn't go unseen.
Now I could rescue our country's hero
And give back to him a life that'd been.
For we must protect our country men
Who in a wars battle they have bravely fought.
A true hero who's life he gave willingly
In their fight for freedoms rights their land sought.
Copyright © Anna Tate | Year Posted 2016
Copyright © Anna Sabrina Tate | Year Posted 2017