The End of War

The end of war will come at death

When freedom rings at final breath

Those frantic eyes that fade to grey

See horsemen spirit souls away

Beyond the field where remains lie

Ere the dirge can play goodbye

Before their mothers bow to kiss

The fallen soldier’s pallid lips

The souls of soldiers meet in crowds

Somewhere in the crimson clouds

Nestled in the azure blue

Stationed for the brave and true

For those who dared to take a stand

To battle for their mother land

For those who fought at the front lines

Who fell before they had the time

To live their lives for they were boys

Putting off their hopes and joys

For dreams of valor planted deep

In fearless heroes who would keep

A vow to honor and obey

A code of ethics all the way

Risking all for freedom’s song

We hear it playing in the throng

Of hoof beats sounding on the plain

To gather soldiers once again

Emancipation comes at death

When heroes draw their dying breath

©Kay Salady

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About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on March 28, 2012, in poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. Very solid poem!


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