Let the trodden day
foot sore and weary – make me think not
that I am the better man.
Battle lines be drawn, as flesh
searches out flesh; whilst my
aching limbs muster ready, for the next assault.
Far from sanity –
this battles hell.
We have all been forsaken
left rotting amid the carnage of war.
Braver men that I
Pride intact body broken – how many lost
where once we stood united.
Fewer in numbers, by every second
in the ticking of the clock.
These wide, once desolate flat lands
stand rising tall.
Comrades no longer breathing
elevate these endless horizons.
Yet, we who rest here – are not in solitude
naked earth, foreign soil; for here but lies
our bodies bones.
We have ALL returned home
back to a place of dignity
the land of freedom and our birth..