Poppies and Baby's BreathA Poem by icelandicblue
Young men left all they had known
foxhole faith so far from home. There is no room for ambivalence while mortars steal your innocence. Mustard gas and blistered lungs dying heroes left unsung. Doughboys hum pack up your troubles while their friends lie under rubble. So on this day filled with elevens pray that all lay down their weapons. Peace it splinters and decays, our broken world in disarray. Bow your heads for those now gone and hope today we might move on past the carnage, revenge and death, hold tight to poppies and baby's breath. © 2014 icelandicblueFeatured Review
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Added on November 4, 2014Last Updated on November 4, 2014 AuthoricelandicblueBostonAboutI do not accept any new friend requests unless we have read and commented on each others poetry. No exceptions. I have enough homework as it is. I expect reciprocity in our exchanges. Read my work and.. more..Writing
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