I write poetry and short stories for a theraputic reason.
It helps me relax and I hope you enjoy the writing.
Tuesday, 26 October 2010
A Flame Now Extinguished
I can see the setting of the Sun
I watch a sky turning red
A romantic meal where candles burn
Poetry and beautiful words said
But then I look further at this World
There is a horror I wish I never saw
The terror I can see being hurled
The waste of life in a terrible war
Look at the young couples holding hands
Because now all I see is the colour black
Their love is one everybody understands
What of those young soldiers not coming back ?
Countless graves mark heroes who were not long, boys
Now they are gone, killed by a bomb or a gun
I shake my head at these lives now destroyed
Too many graves are here of men who were young
Show a salute for a man who once was a young lover
Who became a soldier to do what he believed to be right
Now these many young men lay buried next to each other
A flame now extinguished that once burned bright