Cosmic
April 16th, 2010, 10:47 AM
This is a poem I wrote a while ago whilst studying war poetry; it inspired me to write a piece of my own. I hope you enjoy - please do comment, critique and share any insights you may have. :)
Beaten Down
The bullets stream
like tear drops.
And the eardrums
blast their march.
The dust clouds choke
the blind -
nature's unrest in the air -
As she screams
through the cannons
that trample old lessons.
And we sit here dreaming,
under the overgrown grass,
of hours where men
clad in blood and guilt,
won't step on the skulls
to stay out of the dirt.
Beaten Down
The bullets stream
like tear drops.
And the eardrums
blast their march.
The dust clouds choke
the blind -
nature's unrest in the air -
As she screams
through the cannons
that trample old lessons.
And we sit here dreaming,
under the overgrown grass,
of hours where men
clad in blood and guilt,
won't step on the skulls
to stay out of the dirt.