The Medic Cries Out

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

A Poem of death and destruction, aka, war. And Hidden within is a riddle.

In the ghostly places where Dragons rule

There is a pond, a bloody pool,

Where Knights surrounded were beat and pounded

And stabbed in ways, oh so cruel.

 

Out in the fields, called flesh of men,

The Medic cries out, "Oh where to begin?

Too many did die. Mothers don't cry,

We'll honor them all with Statues of tin."

 

See them march in the November parade

High-stepping pipers are soon weigh-laid

And the poor pay the most to the fraudulent host

While their holes are dug with a pick and a spade;

 

And still they can't tell me

Of what they are made.

 

 

D. Thurmond / JEFalcon

03-28-2021


Submitted: March 28, 2021

© Copyright 2021 D. Thurmond aka JEF. All rights reserved.

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