THE LAST BATTLE


he was a brave soldier
none would disagree
he ran into the wind of battle
over and over marred and torn
half fed battered with rifle worn
calloused bleeding hands
eye to eye faced them close
did not know their names
he wished he had
they are gone never known
the last battle was the same for him
time has past it was long ago
the dust does not discriminate
some deeds remembered some not;
some words were said

Joseph Phillip De Marco
© an hour ago, Joseph Phillip De Marco 

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  • It is the curse of lesser men who bring upon his brother the steel blade... the plowshares of war rather than the blessings of bread and the love of humanity. I have seen fire fall from heaven as those upon the earth watched there loved ones be consumed, I have heard the cries of the innocent as they are devoured by the machinations of evil who use force... too, appease their desires. I know the heart of the wicked, as I have been there, in the midst of the fire... In the heat of battle, no one wins... There is no victory in war, only more death, and destruction.
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