by Bernie Shelton | Aug 27, 2009 | Poetry
I saw his picture in the paper, Milan, An ordinary looking lad An ordinary looking soldier Wearing his uniform with pride, Smiling, medals on display, Maybe a good guy To have a few beers with, Just one of the lads. Milan was a Para-Military Milan was a killer of...
by Bernie Shelton | Aug 27, 2009 | Poetry
We had stopped by the roadside Just for a break, get some fresh air It was good to get out of Those mobile coffins, Just to stretch our legs. A bunch of kids, Approached us smiling, Hands out asking for sweets It was good to see smiles, We don’t see. That many. As the...
by Bernie Shelton | Aug 27, 2009 | Poetry
The spirits of the dead Cry out to the living in Dushti Laila Their voices carried across the sands By the nightwinds. Listen So many voices Crying out in the wilderness Justice for the dead of Dushti Laila. As you drive across the desert You can see the bones of the...
by Bernie Shelton | Aug 27, 2009 | Poetry
It was the time when Angels and devils fought For the souls of man A time of war and futility For the pandemic was neigh And with its deadly silent arrival Millions upon millions would die As angels and devils fought For the souls of...
by Bernie Shelton | Aug 27, 2009 | Poetry
My Mama told me Don’t be afraid The bogymen are not real And you will never be alone Dearest Mama will always be with you. Years have gone by And Mama is Dead. But sometimes in this place where I now live I see her, in my lucid moments I see her, She tells me, you...
