Buried Men

Buried Men

A Poem by Treble

I hear a sad sound every time
I pass the daunting big brass bells.
For every time I go my way,
I hear sad sounds of bells that play.

It haunts me every day and night,
till sleep approaches and I rest.
I dream about the haunting sound
of bells that chime above the ground.

I dream a thousand families
are crying every day and night
for losses that they feel so deep,
for father, brother, son they weep.

I ask myself for what they lost
the one they love, the one they raised.
They lost the father, brother, son
so that their country says it won?

Won back the father, brother, son?
Won back the happiness and joy?
Or won the right to say they killed
the hearts the buried men once filled?

© 2017 Treble


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Treble
Written in 2016

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