Sound Soldiers

Sound Soldiers

A Poem by AE
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Never have they seen the blacks and reds, but they have seen the place where souls die before men.

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Never have they seen the blacks and reds,

The supposed symbol to ready their deathbeds

of perfect ebony, cement and satin

or vases of metals in which ashes are placed in.

Never have they felt the threat in which

the knife cuts short a life so rich

and full of potential and awe;

A soul no longer with the possibility of being loved or even seen.

But they have seen the place where souls die

Before the man;

Where hearts fade

before the eyes;

Where minds spiral into madness

And righteous men drown in lies.

They have seen into the future,

Felt the guilt of failed prevention,

Pity grooming their hair with mother's grin

and unsuccessful intervention.

Claws scratching in their skulls,

Pulling wires just for fun.

Matching red and matching blacks,

sound soldiers fading one my one.

~AE


© 2015 AE



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AE
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This poem lacks nothing for it has made me stare at awe and this poem was very well written. The flow of this poem had a nice pace for the sentenced were constructed well and lacked no emotions or depth. I really like your writing style now.

Good job :D

Posted 2 Years Ago


Powerful and good words. You left me with the need to know more. You danced on places of battle, life and blood.
"A soul no longer with the possibility of being loved or even seen.
But they have seen the place where souls die
Before the man;
Where hearts fade
before the eyes;"
The above lines were my favorite. Left a lot for the reader to grasp and understand. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago



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Tags: war, internal conflict, life, death, insanity, counseling, guilt, tragedy

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