Ballad of a SoldierA Poem by Hollowed_knightA soldier's prayer for the future.
There will come a day, on this earth
When I shall be, merely, A guest who has overstayed his welcome. I shall have no home to return to Lit and warmed by a fire, expectant eyes gazing From a long known face, waiting for me to come by. For my bed I shall have the dew-wet grass And the sky, my roof- A leaky one, when it will rain. For my breakfast, I shall beg A few glares; for lunch, Curses And for dinner, a drunken kick. But that will be alright, for by then The ivy will have made green the ruins Of burned down houses Flowers grown through the bullet-holes And over the carcass of abandoned tanks That children will play around, unafraid of mines. Sometimes my ears shall ring With the whistling of falling shells, The screaming of gunfire And I shall grasp for cold steel with my hands To find only grass, And the sirens of air raids to be the alley cat's mewling cries. I will have neither hope nor gratitude Nary a penny in payment, Save for, perhaps, a child's gap-toothed smile Underneath a kite, flying high in the sky Fearless, utterly joyful Childhoods, set forever free. And it will be enough, For I am And will be, on borrowed time All I ask, is let me pass in my sleep. Let them find me cold in the grass The stars over my eyes And on my lips, a tired smile. There will come a day on this earth When I shall be, merely, A guest who has overstayed his welcome. And I shall have a crate for a coffin, no one come To visit my little green mound Save for the swallows, in spring.
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1 Review Added on December 1, 2015 Last Updated on December 1, 2015 Tags: war, philosophical AuthorHollowed_knightDhaka, BangladeshAboutA sleeping figure that much prefers the pen over the sword. Writes stories, poems, and when not sleeping, likes to watch anime. more.. |