Battlefield Poem by graham russell
Battlefield
battlefield awash with blood
pieces of flesh hanging of their
bodies of conquest
death looms over a field of war
men battle back and forth
arrows skewer eyes and bare flesh
on this place of death
swords clash sword come back and
high, then bites deep into armour
that crumbles as if made of leather
on this place of death
back and forth a battle rages
just one or the other to
gain a foot and lose two
on this place of death
the stupidity of man to turn to war
when other options are at hand
to stop a conflict becoming out of hand
on this place of death
on a battlefield of death.
The subject obviously affects you deeply. Your powerful words attest to that. Long may you rant against the awful stupidity of war and war-mongering. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
the stupiddity of man to turn to war when other options are at hand to stop a conflict becoming out of hand on this place of death Yes...life is a battlefield too...I have into this scene. Thanks, Graham.
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4/23/2024 1:30:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Today I awoke to hear the news of our 200th British brother's death in Afghanistan, the stupidity you talk of so rife in the world. Will we ever learn from our mistakes? Well some of us (you, obviously included) have. I just wish our leaders would take a leaf out of your book. The graffic images of the nasty truth of war, perfectly assembled in this poem.