Poetry

A Cry From The Heart

By 28th January 2010December 9th, 2019No Comments

Dear Mother, the guns of battle,
Are ringing in my ear,
This letter I am writing,
May be the last I fear,

We are going forward,
To gain some worthless ground,
The gun’s they have started,
They make an awful sound.

There is shrapnel flying everywhere,
My heart is beating fast,
O Mother I have lost so many friends,
Most of them were gassed,

Alone am I the fear has gone,
The noise is far away,
The fear that is within has calmed,
As in the mud I lay.

The pain and the squalor,
Doesn’t hurt anymore,
My part in this battle is over,
For me I have had my war,

I hope and pray the sons of God,
Will always strive for peace,
Never again to kill and maim,
That all wars will cease.

Mother for me this war is over,
This letter I cannot send,
So I give to a trusted man,
A comrade and a friend,

God is my protector,
For he has shown me the light,
No more into battle,
No more will I fight,

For death is just another state,
My spirit has journeyed on,
For I was just another soldier,
Who was killed upon the SOMME?

Malcolm G Bradshaw

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