I dedicate this poem I wrote to my father James Boyd Flatt who was a hero in Vietnam and all of those who served in the military. Your Sacrifices will never be forgotten. THE CHRONICLES OF WAR Written by; Jason Alan Flatt 1. THE BEGINNING Amidst the planes, Amidst the flight Like packs of wolves we come to fight So vicious in our violent embrace Our minds now futile and death awaits We come to fight enemy unknown We level cities houses are blown Our guns are warm, our hearts are cold Our minds are poisoned, our wits are bold We pull the trigger, swiftly they run With unknown anger behind a gun Tired we are sons of the earth With killing envisioned weve trained since birth I heard a man here frightenedly say Will I live or die or shall I pray It makes no difference to men like us With no complaints not even a fuss Im tired now my boots are worn Prepare for battle in this art called war 2. NIGHTFALL Amidst the stars, amidst the moon Amidst the ones who pledge me doom I came, I saw, I stared in awe I fought them hard, I fought them all I won but lost, and lost but one My skin is pale, my eyes are plum I rant, I rave, I cant behave I lost another one trapped in a cave I love to hate, yet hate to love My soul is trapped like a wingless dove Alas Alas they still cant see Just cut me loose, just set me free A curse its worse bullets disperse I let off shots in 3 round bursts They yelled then fell right off the hill Their soul is lost and flesh is killed Amidst the stars, amidst the moon Amidst the fight, every soldier is doomed 3. DAYTIME Amidst the rain, Amidst the sun We once were bold but now we run With frightened looks upon our face Were slow amongst the Devils race We kill and kill and kill again Our bodies weak, Our souls are thin They come in groups, they come in packs We carry the dead upon our backs We run, we hide, we cant escape We struggle to live, we plot our fates In trees and brush silently hushed Unexpectedly strike in a violent rush We wait in awe, with awe they come Our skin is seared by the piercing sun Amidst the sun, amidst the fight With weary minds we wait to die 4. THE AFTERMATH Amidst our country, amidst our kin Amidst the death smell in the wind We wait to die, we die to wait We fight strange people we do not hate The enemy swarms from front to rear Emotionally unstable, succumbed by fear Artillery rounds fall from the sky We hear them cry, we watch them die We kill for money we dont receive We kill for other peoples greed The battle kicks, the smoke is thick These unknown gasses make us sick Chaotic fires, electric wires Were crucified by other empires Crazily I run off in the fight My eyes now blind, Ive lost my sight A bullet rings my flesh now tore Agonies my fate and my art is war. I love you dad!! Jason
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 05:11:57 +0000
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