Even birds fell silent
As soldiers’ coffins passed bye
The young and the old wiped a tear from their eye
Soldiers returning from a world they would save
Are our politicians as equally brave?
In Wooltan Basset the hearses drove past
The bugle played mournful as shadows were cast.
The sun disappeared behind clouds in the sky
Even the birds fell silent
As soldiers’ coffins passed bye.
Your sentiments here is echoed in my poem 'Home They Brought The Country Dead'. Thank God for small mercies...people think alike in very trying circumstances. Except the politicians (are we talking of humans here?) Wojja, Keeper of tthe Light...Alight, Arise, and Deliver us with your songs! Cheers. Subroto
and pass by, and pass by... man chooses his own path and lives with the consequences but not when deployed by politicians - there is no war without death and they MUST be remembered Well done for doing so...- Cindy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deep seeding melancholy is ingrained in the essence of this poem which is rather close to the reality. It is a modern world dilemma that the trance of some Big Players has overwhelmed the innocents and created so much hatred among populations distributing them in several groups with different idealogies that have put this world on the verge of death by penetrating several wars. The post war situation is well enumerated in this poem with families waiting for their lost portions i.e., soldiers that are saviours but when dead actually leave behind an intensifying impact that affects not only the humankind but the other natural creatures like birds you mentioned in your poem........