Soldier boy

25. may 2016 at 18:07 | Simona Gray |  my poems

Soldier boy

Oh, soldier boy, where have you been?
What land you walked, what have you seen?
Have you drank blood and breathed smoke,
have they made you fall so low?

Oh, soldier boy, where did you sleep?
On cold winter nights, when snow was deep?
Did you dream of warmth and home,
in the trenches, all alone?

Oh, soldier boy, how many poppies did you sow?
The fields turn red when they start to grow.
Do you still cry at that terrible loss?
You won the war at horrendous cost.

Oh, broken boy, where did you go?
You laid down your arms, but didn´t come home.
Oh, where are you, my broken boy -
- you weren´t shot at down and you didn´t fall.

Oh, ginger boy, what have you seen?
What has drained life from your eyes of steel?
The rifles fell silent and grenades are gone.
So please, please, my ginger boy - hold my hand and return home.

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1 Xira Xira | Email | Web | 5. june 2016 at 20:14 | React

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