Soldiers Leader

Well I'll be sitting pretty
Or
I'll have bitten the dust
What to do when I'm gone
Having absconded the earth

Let not my soul rust

A note left

upon my wrested jacket

“Do not cry, sing”

I do not want inked tears upon my face

Nor my grave

Leave with grace

My brave soldiers

I hope I've not enslaved thee

My days alive

I would like a good story told in my honor

Commoner, do not fight

If one be so bold

one be so told a lie

May it just come

Holler my name towards the sky

Reviews

[Night]

...Wicked cool...sweet:)

[esperanza]

Its a beautiful poem I really liked it

[***The Lost***]

It is a beautiful poem. You have a great gift, keep writing I'm going to enjoy what you write.