by John Sinclair | Mar 9, 2008 | Poetry
The Bayonet A weapon of steel It is sharp when honed Cutting through flesh and pushing past bone Those fearful words of command FIX……………BAYONETS Striking fear into man As you stand there with a bayonet in your hand When fixed to a rifle A fearsome sight You can try...
by John Sinclair | Mar 9, 2008 | Poetry
A darkness moves over the land It is caused by man All part of his master plan Something to do with being the top man Dark ghouls move from battle to battle Collecting souls as if they were cattle They put them in a box and let them rattle They have no eyes just empty...
by John Sinclair | Mar 7, 2008 | Poetry
I want to walk free Alone with nobody else just me I want to feel the wind on my face The cool breeze embrace I look up to the sky You can ask god why I feel like I want to cry Why must I die? I watch the clouds move on by As they drift through the sky Not a care or a...
by John Sinclair | Mar 5, 2008 | Poetry
I know that you are sad And that you really miss your Dad And that you know he is somewhere bad But he is your Dad And for that we are glad He misses you so Of that you definitely know from his letters and calls But we know that he does not tell all At night when it’s...
by John Sinclair | Mar 3, 2008 | Poetry
We all sit around the fire Watching the flames getting higher Who was it who started this fire? The flames could not get any higher Now that is what I call a fire It’s cold and we huddle together Trying to keep out the weather Whilst we sit we start to blether The war...
