Only The Dead Are Without Fear

In these times we live
We see horror take hold
And we try to survive
Knowing all that we do
Seems to be never enough

Wars come and are fought
Where the brave will die
Scared in a battle far away
Terror striking in a distant land
Praying they will make it home

Only the dead are without fear
For the dead can no longer feel
Never aware of the thousand flowers
That will adorn a thousand graves
Only the dead are without fear



copyright Chris Smith 2011

War Is A Three Letter Word

Soldiers try their best to do their duty
Avoiding stones from the protesters
Who should throw them at the General
Because a soldier does his job with honour
War is a three letter word

Generals drink white wine somewhere in comfort
While a true soldier faces unknown death
Having to fight in some far away strange land
Because his orders tell him he has to be there
War is a three letter word

When you sleep tonight and children are safe
Teenagers and young men and women dreaming
Knowing tomorrow they will face another day
Then think of the mother of a soldier who prays
War is a three letter word

Watch the TV, and go about your work
Bless a new day when you see the sun rise
That poor mother begs her son or daughter is safe
That her soldier will not be returning home in a box
War is a three letter word

Remember that the soldier is fighting to protect us
They are there, putting their life on the line
We know War is Hell, but we are not the one's fighting
So I say a silent pray, "don't let a young soldier die"
War is a three letter word



copyright Chris Smith November 29th 2009


Keep our heroes safe this Christmas, send them a prayer

Slaves Of War

I saw the blood on the ground.

Bodies were littered all around.

A friend lay there, with closed eyes.

The only living things were the flies.



I walked alone amongst the dead.

Walked on past friend and foe.

Scolding tears as I bow my head.

Wondering where I should go.



In war the soldiers are only a slave.

Like me, all of us are just the same.

I now stop here, at a marked grave.

And it is bearing only my name.







copyright Chris Smith July4th 2009

Remember The Heroes

They promised I would see the world
That I would be going places
To train me with all new skills
That the life of a soldier was for me

So I learnt to fight in Hell
Went to places I wanted to forget
I was shown how to kill
But you bond with best friends

Your best friend fights by your side
Helps you to get through another day
Is always there to share in a smile
You never want your best friend to go

But my best friend died today
Took a bullet that was meant for me
I cried for my best friend today
We were a long way from home

Will I ever see home again?
Be in the arms of the one I love?
Or am I destinied to die here?
Another soldier, so far from home

But if I was to bite the bullet this day
I know I did it, defending my country
Making sure the terror I see, never goes home
I am a soldier and please remember my name

Remember me, how I stood proud against the enemy
Remember me, last moment may be my last
Remember me, because this is what I must do
Remember us, we are all the brave hearts

 

I am not a soldier but this is a tribute for us to remember our heroes.

copyright Chris Smith 2010

Rainbows' Shroud

Yesterday a soldier died

Died doing his country proud

Doing his best he tried

Now buried in a rainbows' shroud



Gave his country satisfaction

In the sky is not a cloud

He was killed in action

Now buried in a rainbows' shroud



But why did he have to die for

In a war that should not be allowed

Too many men are killed in a war

And buried in a rainbows' shroud

 

copyright Chris Smith 1998

Over The Top

The young soldier was crying
And his comrade lay dying
In the trenches he bled
In these trenches he is dead

Will the big guns ever cease ?
Can both sides ever find peace ?
As bullets continue to fill the sky
How many men will still die ?

No matter who everyone blames
Generals continue with their war games
They are unwilling to stop
Sending brave men over the top





copyright Chris Smith 2008

On Opposite Sides

Two brothers went to fight

Believing in what was right

One in grey and one in blue

Thinking they were fighting to be true



Both forced to kill in a war

Forgetting what they were fighting for

See all of their friends fall

Blood running from them all



Dirty from head to boots

One brother aims and shoots

One brother does not make a sound

As he falls to the ground



On opposite sides

They drifted away

On opposite sides

One brother is dead today

 

copyright Chris Smith 1997

Never Again Found

Pride before a fall
No one dares to hear the name
Nothing in ashes

Heroes always die
In battles fought in bloodlust
They are forgotten

Books now never read
Pages yellowed neglect
Never opening

Will you hear my cry
Of the times long gone away
Never again found



copyright Chris Smith 2010


Read more: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/never-again-found-haiku/#ixzz16VmYvQQp

Medals

He fought for his country

Fought for all to be free

Now a forgotten son

Of a war long done



He saw so many friends die

In forgotten graves they lie

People do not seem to care

With the medals he has to wear



Each medal is a lost soul in battle

Where you heard the bullets rattle

Each medal belonged to a hero of war

For freedom they were fighting for



They gave us their blood and sweat

The enemy they always met

To give this land to be free

Soldiers for all of us to see



Black, white, American, British, Asian - one and all

Side by side, together they would fall

No matter where they came from, they fought to be true

They died to keep us safe, they died for me and you




copyright Chris Smith 2006

Light A Candle

Light a candle

For the soldiers

Going off to war

To help guide them home

So they never lose their way

Let them see the flame

And come home safe



Light a candle

For all of the lost

Never forget them

Let them come home soon

To those that love them

And cry tears they are gone

See the glow and come home soon



Light a candle

Never let it flicker

Never let that flame die

The soul sees the burning light

And knows it is always there

For should that flame go out

The soul is lost in darkness









copyright Chris Smith 28th October 2009

In A Child's Eyes

Give him a toy gun
He pretends to be daddy
Who far away is fighting
In some far and distant war
But then in a child's eyes
See the hidden tears
When you have to tell him
Daddy won't be coming home

Momma always keeps her safe
Showing her warmth and love
But she knows Poppa will be back
Smelling of whiskey and angry
And in that child's eyes
She will watch him rage
Punch Momma in the stomach
Because his dinner is wrong

All around this world
We never see the truth
Because the older we become
The blinder we seem to be
And in the children's eyes
Their innocence is seen
But they see better than us
A future that is not meant to be




copyright Chris Smith 2010

Heroes Union

They gathered together as friends

Now men who once were boys

Schoolyard now long forgotten

Hot sands are the battle ground

Soldiers now ready to fight

Joined together in heroes union



Watched as a friend died

Did not see the mine planted

It was hidden in the road

Drove over and was unaware

There was nothing left to bury

Now remembered in heroes union



Carried a fallen comrade to safety

Ignored the pain in the legs

Took the bullets as he went on

He was not going to fall

He now lives life as an amputee

A member of the heroes union



Looking out on a million graves

Of forgotten soldiers fallen in battle

Of those pilots, sailors and marines

Who risked their lives to save ours

Can you feel my tears shed for them

All the brave souls of the heroes union

 

copyright Chris smith 2009

A Love Not Allowed

He had fallen in love when he had first seen her, her dark black hair and green eyes had been what had attracted him.

Yes he knew the danger but he had smuggled her out, taken her to his home and he had not told a soul what he had done.

She was nineteen and he was fourtythree, he did not see the age difference and only saw her beauty, if anyone found out he was hiding her then he knew they would be both killed.

She had lived with him for eight days, in that time he had never tried to seduce her or make any advance towards her, he clothed her and provided food and any comfort that she required.

On the eigth night she came to his room, she was naked when she slipped into his bed and they made love all the way until the dawn, it would be their last night together.

They came the next morning, he knew he had to shoot her, the Luger given to him by his father two years ago was the weapon he had to use.

She wept silent tears for she knew what must be done, he put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger.

He put the gun to his own head as he heard them break down the door, he knew they would have both been punished to death and this was the only way.

They were too late to stop him and he pulled the trigger with the gun at his head and his body fell to lay with the dead body of the woman he had loved.

It was not supposed to had happened, a German guard falling in love with a Jewish girl condemned to have been gassed to death at the camp.

copyright Chris Smith Prose/Story

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

copyright Chris Smith 2009