(52) Only The Dead Are Without Fear

war is hell

In these times we live
We see horror take hold
And we try to survive
Knowing all that we do
Seems to be never enough

Wars come and are fought
Where the brave will die
Scared in a battle far away
Terror striking in a distant land
Praying they will make it home

Only the dead are without fear
For the dead can no longer feel
Never aware of the thousand flowers
That will adorn a thousand graves
Only the dead are without fear



copyright Chris Smith 2011

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I met many old Soldiers when I was in the Army for 15 years. The booze kept them going. Most were alone. Too many wars and separation left them too mean for marriage life. War and death were their friends. Your words are true. Death brought peace. I watched good friends who were my teachers drink themselves to death. My favorite Sergeant Major told me. I finally drank myself to death. I will join my brothers lost in Vietnam now and know peace once again. War bring no-one peace. Only misery and sadness. I like your poem. Made me remember good men who stood tall always for the USA. I hope their death was worth something? A outstanding poem.
Coyote