Mother’s Cry Of Late

</>Where for art thou, soldier? Out East? West? – And when? – What part your rabid history? And why? – What wrought your destiny? – For whom You’d wreak your enmity – I crave your fate to pen! What comprehension of the Order? – ‘Listen up! you men! Raze to ground the taken land! See they die and e’er you’ll stand, for Death is but a grain of sand – The mighty triumph, medal grand! Now go you well! Amen! ’ What sight upon the bloody lie Of war? – your doubtful fate. ‘Where for art thou, soldier? ’ – Your mother’s cry of late. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011 soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier soldier