"antiem" poems
Charlie boy
dressed in blue
make your family proud
stand your ground;
raise your rifle
that fear in their eyes
is nothing to you.
You don't remember
the days when
those boys in grey
were your brothers too,
( do you? )
Your blood stained hands
no longer tremble
holding that gun.
Oh, Charlie boy --
do you still see
those nights on the battlefield
when you close your eyes?
Traded that rifle for
some sleepless nights;
and ample time
to ease your mind
and heal your wounds.
Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 9:55 PM UTC