Forgotten Faces
Shunted back home, grey-faced
from war's mud, came
weary men, needing to be
understood.
To begin life again in busy streets,
places they had fought to save
defeated them.
Forgotten faces milled with crowds,
loud traffic noise,
work demands
all compounded stress in heads
already addled,
slowly they emerged unbefuddled,
or drowned wholly.
Look around and see now what
travesty some still try
to unwind in lives knit with pain.
Pray war never happens
to people again.
Baldric
Tormented souls befit of dreams in their heads they hear the screams night visions, torturing their brain like an old movie , run over and over again
Tormented souls befit of dreams in their heads they hear the screams night visions, torturing their brain like an old movie , run over and over again
ron flowers
So true. We will hear many rosy speeches this week end. The it's pretty much over until veterans day. Your wonderful poem tells how it is all year long. Thanks for writing and sharing.
So true. We will hear many rosy speeches this week end. The it's pretty much over until veterans day. Your wonderful poem tells how it is all year long. Thanks for writing and sharing.
samanyan
this poem gets into the psyche of a soldier...for war to never happen...fear should be in total ridden
this poem gets into the psyche of a soldier...for war to never happen...fear should be in total ridden
kath
a wonderful call for an ending to be made of War. Hopeful and determined. :) kath xxxxxx
a wonderful call for an ending to be made of War. Hopeful and determined. :) kath xxxxxx
RAJ NANDY
A grand tribute to those who have been to hell and back ! -Raj
A grand tribute to those who have been to hell and back ! -Raj
carol
they fight and come home as you say drowned
they fight and come home as you say drowned
wow..so nicely crafted.Well expressed..