Some of our soldiers are coming back wounded. They struggle to gain their lives back when they come back wounded and permanently disabled. I was so moved with their story.
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That's very great of you to write this. I myself am trying to write one for the Soilders, but still trying. The only off-lines I found were "Disfigured and mauled, Their life will never again be a ball, Forever they’ll crawl". Seemed more like Rap lyrics. You'll do me kind if you only edit those lines, and change the rhymes perhaps. But anyways, I'm giving a 100. Keep writing.
Home they brought her warrior dead:
She nor swooned, nor uttered cry:
All her maidens, watching, said,
'She must weep or she will die.'
Then they praised him, soft and low,
Called him worthy to be loved,
Truest friend and noblest foe;
Yet she neither spoke nor moved.
Stole a maiden from her place,
Lightly to the warrior stept,
Took the face-cloth from the face;
Yet she neither moved nor wept.
Rose a nurse of ninety years,
Set his child upon her knee—
Like summer tempest came her tears—
'Sweet my child, I live for thee.'
it can't be easy to be taken away from all that makes us sane and into a world where you don't know who your enemy is.... laying out your life to be a hero...God bless them
I like this, and its meaning. However, I felt like you were trying too hard to make it rhyme. The best type of poem is the one that just flows, and doesn't feel so over edited. Good write, though. Picture broke my heart. ):
i agree, it is very sad, they go there carefree and come back burdened with emotional and physicle pain.
this is a very nice poem that you wrote for them!