War Poem by Chris Townsend

Wild frontiers battle to the front,
Sealed fortunes, its rude to point,
Onward victory, is a gun shot away,
My soul destroyed, humanities depravity,
Shield has all but gone, mine end is true,
All that remains, a battered picture of you,
I was told that no man is an island in this deprived war,
I was told, that no battles shall be in vain, my head so sore,
I looked them in the eye,
My orders to defy,
But the red blood field soaked in men,
No longer held my heart, the evil’s general pen.
Taken from my home, to protect who knows who,
Dragged from my beloved, one more broken heart or two,
I have no feelings, left deep within,
I cry no tears of sadness, I am deep in sin,
Hallowed be thy name and forgiveness I prey,
Take me from this place, on my last living day,
Cold harrowed fields of blood,
I fear no evil, I know no good,
Thank you lord for each dying moment in time,
Remember my name, the general’s smile to find…