Poet Writer Albany NY
Nothing Grows
In this garden
The flowers
Are for the dead
A memorial to
The fallen
In memory of
Lives once lived
But in the season
Of each child
In the passing of
Each son
We sow the
Seeds of promise
In the hope of
Another one
Who will lead
Us to a new land
Who will let us
Rest in peace
Who will stop
The wars of selfish men
Who will finally
Bring us peace
But nothing
Grows in this garden
Except the flowers
Of the dead
As another century
Passes and another
Prayer is said
” Mors vincit omnia ”
THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY
IS YOUR GOD MY FRIEND
Oh Dear God
Oh see how they bleed
Oh Dear God, my Lord.
Oh Dear God
Oh see how they plead
Oh Dear God, my Lord.
My Lord;
Who we wait for
Scream for
On the battlefields
Of every war
Antagonist.
Protagonist.
Oh thy Lord,
You upon
Our side
Their side.
No questions
No explanations
Asked
Or ever given.
For my brothers
We will see you
Once more & again
In “Heaven”
“Elysium”
Or on the fields of
The Fallen,
And The Honored
“Dead”
Where no uniforms
Are ever worn
As in Valhalla
We all toast
And sing
Another song.
Oh Dear God
Oh see how they bleed
Oh Dear God, my Lord.
Oh Dear God
Oh see how they plead
Oh Dear God, my Lord.
See how they are born
Oh Dear God My Lord
And See how they grow
Oh Dear God My Lord
And Dear God?
See how
They Die
“Alone …Screaming”
Amen.
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R.M. ENGELHARDT
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