Waste-Lands Poem by Louie Levy

Skeleton Soldiers
Walk the night, we've no fright
Cast be winds, Ill from within
sorrow spent, where bombs burst
and; souls cry for none, repent

Oh, not we say, now see, late by
early, dawns dreadful night, where
banners fly high, and bones rattle skies
Children at play, laughter, tearfully
their songs scream out, to an explosive halt
Assault, as all have fault, that
salute to gods of self destruction,
There be lands of the free, and homeless braves
Slaves of the military and safe sat adversaries

'Victim soldiers, we hear sight of your might'
Left with remnants, wastefully spent
Pieced bones, spiritually joined,
all walk the shadows of grave sights
and head stoned sorrows

Sadly, this WW 2 Vet's
Muse rest not, without peace
Mind of many, predisposed and leased
Earth erupts with likened vengeance
Warn of Atom, phantom goals,
fruitless trees, festering corpses,
disease rampant, fields barren,
families famine, lost of, one
another's precious Love

Lands be not, of those selfishly free
Young Braves spent to inhuman sacrifice
Take to the damned polls, cast votes without
straws, pluck splinters from thoughts and
empower the devour of peace predator hucksters,
unrest, flesh torn soldiers and innocents

Solutions, non for conquest, be saluted
Universally there be need to weave of
a Brethren Banner, felt with hand at breast,
Love be the star spangled blue sky of
peace-filled eyes

All O, can we see, ne'er redden w' blood
embroidering world nations united of
their own cultural threading. There be no
lay to rest, for all in peace, without that of Love,
good will, be birthed, on restless Earth...
© 05.13.2005