In The Fields

A poem about war

In the fields, broken and battered

You will find our shields rusted and shattered

Our friends have left us though we carry their hearts

After this is all over we’ll try to make a new start

From war we are tired worked down to the bone

Fighting, hurting, killing, like hearts made of stone

In the fields we lived

In the fields we died

We lost everything in the fields

In the fields lie the bodies, underneath ground with white crosses

We witnessed small victories but countless more losses

Our petty military is nothing but an empire of fear

A heartless machine that runs on the blood of ones dear

For the peace that you love came a war filled with hate

I know from experience that war isn’t so great

In the fields we fought

In the fields we tried

We lie nourishing red poppies in the ground with our blood in the fields

Atom bombs dropped will make the world cry

We pay for our evil with lives every time

From Genghis khan, to Hitler, to Stalin the wars will go on

I cannot help but feel that the reasons were wrong

Guns fire, swords clash, bombs drop, knives cut, guillotines slice, ropes choke --

The list will go on. And have we really learned anything but to kill everyone?

So put down your weapons, it’s time to go home

Go back to your loved ones because you’re not alone

We know because we ran through these fields

We smiled in these fields

And now we lie dead in these fields 

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

An apt read in a current season of armed hostility. Thanks for sharing.

[R.J Calzonetti (SinisterPotatoe)]

And thank you for reading!