by Alex Roissetter | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry
I walk past each grave in turn, Looking at each name, A man stands before one the same in its tier, A tear runs down his cheek, Salutes the stone with his best, I see him every year. I look out to where the names are left, New names are there those that fight today, I...
by Mark Christmas | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry
I’ve toed the line when on parade, I’ve walked the line of barricades. I’ve held the line during intense war, I’ve stood in line but what for? I am in line, when told to wait, I see the line, psychological debate. I stand in line, identity parade, Intravenous line,...
by Mark Christmas | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry
I’m older now, not a soldier anymore, though my heart beats its strength in reminiscences of a youthful glow. The heart is the soul of life. When you have heart you have purpose, But what is your purpose? When your direction is misguided The plan has to be self made,...
by Mark Christmas | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry
A Soldier is not born he’s forged to be strong, he’s machine like, robotic, working hard, fast and long, but when machines break, they go terribly wrong. Their chassis are bent, broken, busted, Their control centres are short circuited, Their rhythm is lost, function...
by Mark Christmas | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry
Recession here again, not seen like this in years, if ever. Sales Begin. ‘New Year 2009, Sales start New Years Eve’. If however, the recession continues, Does the price paid for the life of a soldier, go up or reduce? An inflationary piece of political...
by Mark Christmas | Apr 9, 2009 | Poetry
The surrealism of war. Extremities reached of; Life and Death Seen by few, glimpsed by more, But only the few relive horrors of War. A situation so dense in its objective nature, though its subjective matter lives forever, in the...
