This Tranquil Field of Slumber

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soldiers afield
ripped from their
mother’s arms
into the devils contest
fields of slaughter
amidst mayhem of cannon fodder
amidst lead firestorms
awaiting the very possible
the probable, quenching
of life and breath

thank you
for your sacrifice

Posted in: death, grief, Life, Philosophy, poetry

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[Poeticamber} {Productions}

screenwriter. director. poet. an open mind. Not right, left or central, simply human.

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