Political Soldier? Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Shadows dancing across the fires glow
Those we do not want to know

Shapeless flickering forms
Wanderers in full flight
Collecting lost unwanted souls
Ghouls of the night

The only victors in a war torn land
Listen to the many as they call
Where bodies lay sprawled grotesque in the sand
Let not anymore of our kin folk fall

Ghouls of the day in their ivory towers
Caring for nothing but a victory so hollow
In the graveyards, they crush mourning flowers
Telling us all, their bidding we must follow

Damnation ivory tower dwellers take note
Let’s see your conviction be shown
Staff the front line on your own
Next time you could be there when we again vote



Note* With deaths rising daily in Afghanistan political parties need to re-think as they do not carry the burden - families do.