Echoes of wars

 

As dawn breaks the heart of night

I found them dead, freedom knights

Killed not by their hunger, killed them their need

Dead are the knights, they were killed indeed

 

All my brothers in arms are gone

All battles under wicked stars

All man’s useless wars

Spared of us none

 

All have died but one

Last comrade of the 7^th fleet

Marches to death on his own feet

Mumbles and stares into the eye of the sun;

 

Alas, oh powder of gun

Spare souls of who remain

Make never them fight again

Spare us lord for what we have done

 

We are but victims of our fate

Victims of hate

With the smiles we pretend

We’re but victims of the end

 

All tears they descend

All their cries for war

Death opens its door

For me and my friend

 

And our gain is to end their pain

But war machines grind again and again

We fought to set peace

But were led by Iblis

 

To the gates of the northern light

For freedom we swore to fight

But freedom was not their aim

And we won’t take their blame

 

We are victims of their greed

Victims of their creed

Victims of mortality

Victims to immortality

 

Alas, oh bayonet of the rifle

Wasn’t peace sought by a rival

A home and a friend to trust

Why now he bites the dust

 

We are but victims of our bravery

Victims of our honor and pride

Victims as the nature we kill

Victims of our need to dwell

 

Died my friend, many others as well

Died every soul they swore to kill

And lands a crow, on the sword of my foe

And I lived with echoes of wars to tell

Author's Note

I normally use photo I've taken but this image seems to be good enough.
Reviews are welcomed.

Reviews

[YouoweYoupay]

"Marches to death on his own feet"
Try adding "two" before feet. It completes the length of the sound when the poem is read outloud.

"Died my friend, many others as well
Died every soul they swore to kill
And lands a crow, on the sword of my foe
And I lived with echoes of wars to tell."

Heart-wrenching ending. There is beauty in the scene you painted here. The grey skies and ashes after fires and battles fell asleep. The blackness of the crow, its cries the only sound that breaks the silence of the land of death.

I haven't passed by your work since ages and I'm glad I did again.

Keep them coming, my friend. :)

~Wala.

[M.Kilani]

I'm happy to hear from you after a while, especially with a review on a very old poem,

read moreI'm happy to hear from you after a while, especially with a review on a very old poem,

Very much appreciated thank you my friend.

[Savior knowmore]

this is indeed powerful. Very good, it has a way of moving something deep within me. It is not often that a poem is wrote that could change the ways things are done. but these kinds of poems are the ones that can, the kind that can lead a movement for peace.

[Irfan Bashir Shah]

This for me was the best line: "And I lived with echoes of wars to tell"
I need not tell you that i really really really like your writing.
Being from a conflict zone myself i know what it feels like. But man you are good.
Too good for the taking.
While reading this poem i was awed at the skill you possess. Your every word speaks a volume. Though needless to say that you very much impressed me but i must admit that you are among one of those writers at WC whom i envy.
Peace be with you, friend!
Thanks for the superb and mesmerizing poem.
GOD bless!

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words open the door to great sadness. I saw death valley in Iraq. The smell of death was permanent on the land and the Soldiers who clean -up the dead men and destroyed equipment. I loaded dead bodies into storage containers for men waiting for the war to end to go home for the last time. Thank you for the powerful poem.
Coyote

[Stella]

I love poems that rhyme! You're poem did an excellent of capturing the tragedy of war. Great Job!

[SoulCrusader (Yas)]

A terrific write, captured it extremly well...

[Seshat Nidaba]

I enjoyed this, the rhymes were sometimes overwhelming, but as always your phrasing was astounding. The first and last stanzas were my favorites. In the middle, I just remember feeling bad for those that died...