The Cry of a Soldier

A poem about war and the helplessness of a despairing soldier

The Cry of a Soldier

Masses of corpses

Buildings of old ravaged and ruined

Lifeless inanimate remnants of what they used used to call friends

Lie dead and forgotten

It’s all that I’ve witnessed

It’s all that I could remember through the thick fog of despair that constantly looms over

Wasted! wasted! Why!?

Why god!? Tis’ so cruel!

Tis too cruel!

To let the debris of war

Sweep them from the plane of existance

And bury them deep without hope

In a nameless grave without a chance of remembrance

Because no one will mourn

Just another nameless soldier

Who died on the battlefield