by Mark Christmas | Mar 12, 2009 | Poetry
I was selected by you, I was trained by you, I was sent by you, to go wherever. I was clothed by you, I was fed by you, I was housed by you, at the end of a tether. I was there when you called, I was there to attend, I was there to serve you, my adopted Queen. I...
by Mark Christmas | Mar 11, 2009 | Poetry
A youthful face With innocent cares, Wide eyed child With infant stares. The child grew up Played soldier games, With sticks for guns Which hurt, don’t maim. Young boy left school Sought to be a man, To render peace In Afghanistan. But all too soon The decision made,...
by Mark Christmas | Feb 11, 2009 | Poetry
“Purvey me your soul”, The Devil Cried, To a war torn and down trodden Warrior, “We’ll descend through the Earth, An insidious place, Much deeper than any old Collier”. Looked up from the ground, The young Soldier did, Looked him firm and square in the eye, “I’ve done...
