by David Williams | May 16, 2014 | Poetry
As poppies drip blood red petals Among the fields where souls do roam A silenced voice, away from home Buried deep with twisted metals Khaki men, are dead and rotting As poppies drip blood red petals Overgrown with rats and nettles Men and women stood reflecting A...
by David Williams | Feb 7, 2014 | Poetry
Luminescent eyes stare back and revived Secrets held deep in a mind that’s askew He whispered the names of those that survived A smile that belied the things he went through Innocent boys were political pawns Exchanging their lives for a field of mud As guns raged...
