One Mans Hand Poem by Alex Cairnie

One Mans Hand

Soldier out there on your own, is it worth the thrill you seek
Lying cold beneath the moon, no persons there too speak
Do lonely days, and endless nights, wreak havoc with your mind,
Or have u walked the road too far with little else to find.

You watch me through that looking glass, I see you from afar
Your world consists of you alone, a hollow empty jar
Motionless for endless days your home a shaded creek,
Brave men take the oceans, the parched earth for the meek.

Master of the dark glide, the glint on mountain dew
The cold stare of one thousand yards glimmering back at you
The Pilgrim and the shepherds son, loss and pain too follow,
Will etch a map upon your brow, in lines of endless sorrow

You took your place without regret, no winners in this game
A nomad in a distant land with all the world too blame.
A shadow of the man when young, oozed class, and life and soul
But through the looking glass I see the remains of all they stole.

Were more alike than you could know judge not my distant frown,
taking the minutes of my days, for country, queen or crown.
I wonder if we met one day on distant shores from here,
Would we ponder quaint or vividly and share each others beer.

We bare the cross upon our backs,10,000 years of man
Dictators born to every shore, each year since time began.
And we the pawn, and servant too, our sons they wish to borrow,
controlled machines, paid not too think, programmed just to follow.

It's no intent of mine to end our weary silent pain,
I'd rather toast the summer sun, and taste the autumn rain.
My heart remains so far away with all my dreams to follow,
A gulf of pointless suffering, the same again tomorrow

I've watched you tenderly caress the cold steel of her frame,
That tool that makes your trade so sweet, a kiss with every aim.
Tick by tock the hours pass your days and nights the same
The hand that ends the beating heart and escapes without the shame

Shadow me beneath the stars, and shade me from the sun,
Don't seek to end the chase too soon nor see colours run.
A force of nature powers me, a deeper dark control,
In the blueprint of my makeup, and the sinew of my soul.

This land has shaped and mounded me, a soldier by design
Who has won I cannot say, and where to draw the line
A prat of me I'll leave with you my foe a foreign land
Engrained in blood in every line and pore of one mans hand

So have a laugh and force a smile, be the player not the game,
I hope and pray you realise, were equal, born the same.
Our paths were chosen long ago, by the bitter hand of fate,
Branded in eternity, four letters spelling HATE.

AC
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