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Joe Wilson
Poems
Mar 2015
The letters...
Heavy the heart
Painful the burden
The messenger’s part
In passing the word on.
Deep are the creases
That now line his brow
The pain never ceases
It’s personal somehow.
His was the book
Which counted the dead
But each killing took
His hearts's peace instead.
They were his men
He loved them like sons
They’ll not sing again
Silenced by guns.
The letters he wrote
To tell of each death
Families he smote
By words of last breath.
The killing decided
There’s no final amount
Messenger lies dead
One more for the count.
©Joe Wilson – The letters…2015
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