Tear cry

A Poem by Poetic Zaria

For the black soldiers that fought for freedom

I open my eyes
Stars dance with the moon..
Survival is alive
Tears cry to maroon...
I turn to my left
A voice is calling...
I glance at my hands
Wounds sore from gnawing...

A gunshot blinks
No fear, no running from it...
I stand without gear
No winks, I'm coming for it...
A flash before me reach out and touches
All is lost, left with limping and crutches

Happiness feeds souls to rest
Clouds beyond clouds
Tear cry the last breath.