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Winters Soldier A winters night, into the cold, The Queen's servant, looking old, Just ten years since Iraq.. Ripped cloth upon his back. Paper sheets, and plastic bags, Warming body holding rags , His bottle lacking wine.. Drinking passed the time, Daily grind, passing by, No one stops, wonders why.. ..His lips, are a shade of blue, Tight fist clutched to chest, A hero soldier, came to rest, Upon commuter street.. ..look down beneath your feet... ..Yes you! A winters soldier, died alone, Buried deep, below the stone, Tortured by the war.. By the scars nobody saw. If only you had not ignored, The dying soldier there before, Then maybe we can save... ..The wounded and the brave.
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
A Winters Soldier
Winters Soldier A winters night, into the cold, The Queen's servant, looking old, Just ten years since Iraq.. Ripped cloth upon his back. Paper sheets, and plastic bags, Warming body holding rags , His bottle lacking wine.. Drinking passed the time, Daily grind, passing by, No one stops, wonders why.. ..His lips, are a shade of blue, Tight fist clutched to chest, A hero soldier, came to rest, Upon commuter street.. ..look down beneath your feet... ..Yes you! A winters soldier, died alone, Buried deep, below the stone, Tortured by the war.. By the scars nobody saw. If only you had not ignored, The dying soldier there before, Then maybe we can save... ..The wounded and the brave.
#war#drunk#death#winter#homeless#crown#soldier#iraq
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Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 5:03 PM UTC
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