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The Lost Brethren
by James BlaylockThe Lost Brethren
I was born after many wars
but still before many others,
the echoes of the mass fallen
screamed out as time will recall
theirs was a world torn by all of the sad machine guns
with streams of hot bullets that filled those lonely nights
one by one the taken were again re-claimed, while the other side's soldiers
were soon crushed by raining hell fire - as it gave birth unto the new darkness
now, we have the happenings in our history books, although, they'd never forgotten one single
second, but those marble stones - for the lost brethren - still shone; under the sun's burning light
3-7-11
james kenneth blaylock
03/11/2011 Posted on 03/12/2011
Copyright © 2026 James Blaylock
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 03/12/11 at 07:37 AM What a sensitive and loving poem about a very difficult and painful subject! "they'd never forgotten one single second" - This sentence speaks the angst that so many veterans must feel. And so often others do not want to hear about it or think about it - so these men and women are left alone in their pain. Thanks for a beautiful poem, James. |
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