Something I wrote as part of a script writing exercise today:
"They wept when you told them why you had to go
They wept as you kissed them goodbye with nary a glance
They wept as they waved by the wayside
They wept when you marched gaily off to war.
They wept when they read your letters home so full of hope and vitality.
Who weeps for you now, young soldier
Lying here alone in the cold?
Who weeps for you now, young soldier
as your once shining armour rusts in the rain?
Who weeps for you now, young soldier
as the warm flesh rots slowly from your bones?
Who weeps for you now, young soldier
As you lay gasping your final breath?
Who weeps for you now, young soldier?
As those around you were destroyed in a blink of an eye?
No one will weep in the army tents
As they play at being generals in times of war
No one will weep in the hospitals
As they struggle with so many victims of war
No one will weep in the alleyways
Where those abandoned by their masters struggle to survive
No one will weep in the corridors of power
As they move armies across the map like pawns in a chess game
Safe in their marbled luxury.
No one will weep for you now, young soldier
Gone and long forgotten,
One figure in the casulties of war
No one will weep for you now."
copyright: Angelia Ong
posted by Cuddly Family @ 21:52
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