He could hear Mama’s voice,
it seemed miles away,
like a dream~
He knew it wasn’t real
but, the hunger in his belly
was.
They were gaunt wayfarers
reserved to face shallow mercies
offered by,
Jackbooted Conquerors
marching to Rome.
They were ghosts
in tattered rags,
waiting for redemption.
In a list
A contest entry
- Eva's Tears by yoopea.
2330 points, ended September 9, 2007, 5 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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wow...this was short for a poem on war or any battle,but you did so great!! I really liked this.. well done brother mine!
Jetleena
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too scattered
nice words but too many disconnected images -
The last stanza sums this poem up so well. Ghosts in tatered rags, raging warfar. Lost in the feelings of the emptied battlefields, hungry missing home. Regardless of what era they fight in, soldiers all feel the same. Godd luck in your contest ~Sie
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