Bits of Bob

             Bits of Bob

 

It blew them all to kingdom come

The soldiers, and some mothers sons;

Their body parts ploughed in the land,

Their blood was filtered through the sand.

While vultures circled overhead,

To pluck the eyes out from their heads.

And bits of Bob my boyhood friend,

I searched, but never found again.

 

Was there glory on our side?

I remember just the drummer cried;

And spreading on that field of Hell,

The single toll of a church bell.

The bloodied lips pressed in the sod,

Calling some unhearing god.

 

Now people point and turn their heads

Whisper, that I should be dead.

And have I guilt that I survived?

Perhaps they’re right, I should have died.

 

 

JC

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is very sad.I am sorry about your friend if this is true.War is such a stupid thing and I wish people would grow a brain and stop fighting.You wrote it very well:)

[John Christiansson]

Thank you for your comments Vidya, it is a tribute to some lost friends.

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome and they will always live on in your heart:)

[Sami Khalil]

A sad but wonderful tribute...Thank you for sharing...:)..............

[John Christiansson]

Thank you for reading Sami, it is my first effort here on Writerscafe...very encouraging

[Sami Khalil]

Good to know...You are welcome...:).................