Clay Soldiers

Clay Soldiers

 

Multitudes of men have fallen

Bloodstains on so many king's garland

Pawns  for kings such as Long Shanks and Stalin

The rich blood soaked into the meadowland

 

Gallant knight or iron fisted marine

He is determined his banner will wave

Slowly life is dripping from his canteen

Everyone, even the mighty and brave

 

Sword at the side we are all soldiers of clay

Fashioned by our loving Lord's scarred hand

The same Lord gave His life to your dismay

The rich blood soaked the meadowland

 

Shuffling feet on their last march to war

Ancient battle fought between kings unseen

A war where there is no unthreatened shore

But the Lords authority will convene

 

Soldiers in our King's image made from dust

Dust shall they return in the grave

Only the soul shall be saved if you trust

Everyone even the mighty and brave

 

Soldiers of clay one side or the other

Often a lost and broken figurine

Pressures of sin causing them to smother

But the Lords authority will convene

 

 

 

Reviews

[Hamkar]

The metaphor of soldiers only being clay is amazing, but only the last stanza spoke to me, the rest didn't reach out, they were lifeless. The last stanza creates everything for me, the underlying meaning, the dust, lost lives, clay. Good job.

[Gandré]

thank you for posting this to my contest Celebrating Life.

I thought about the Chinese Army the terracota soldiers.... I had a vivid feeling, very strong association: beautiful writing.

[Bubo]

That packed a punch, and so true in those last two lines............very vivid image of these clay soldiers and
I love the title!Really good poetry on a worthy subject.

[lots fo love ♥]

that was a great poem