by Alex Roissetter | Nov 26, 2008 | Poetry
With burning smoke and bullets spray, Here comes the wrath of days, Like creeping fog in early may, Here comes the Dies Irae. With rockets scream and grenades throw, Here comes the wrath of days, So much blood where death will sow, Here comes the Dies Irae. With a...
by Alex Roissetter | Nov 25, 2008 | Poetry
I walk down the street with rifle and pack, With sweat trickling down the small of my back, We have been moving for many a mile, Not always in staggered or single file. We hide with every vehicle driving past, Unwittingly passing us fast, After each one we continue in...
by Alex Roissetter | Nov 23, 2008 | Poetry
Bright illume round in the sky, Lifted high wit a rockets scream, We watch you fly, Showing the darkness what you mean. As your chute opens to the breeze, Like a hand easing you gently down, In your light everything sees, With the colour of dark grey and soft brown....
by Alex Roissetter | Nov 11, 2008 | Poetry
If you have been there you’ll know what I say, When I talk about the Iraqi way, For the rest it might be a surprise, And might think it all lies. At night it’s hard to see, Cos there’s rarely any electricity, All the cables are intermingled, So candles are often...
by Alex Roissetter | Nov 8, 2008 | Poetry
One by one the red petals fall, In there place a cross stands tall, A name carved on the front, And reading it brings a tearful lump. “Here lies a soldier unknown, Who gave his life for a land of stone, He rushed the guns on that fateful day, And with his life he did...
