The Bard
I sit by the desert,
And watch the sandy dunes blow.
as snakes do battle,
the oasis illusions glow.
The sun burns hot above,
a mighty king on a throne,
gazing out over warriors,
nothing more now than bone.
A great war was once fought here,
Men, just boys came to fight
for their lords, their masters,
yet understood nothing of the plight
of the creatures they fought.
Just ordinary men, not enemy
not foe. No, boys can’t understand war
too grabbed by the bloodlust, they couldn’t see,
the pain, the hurt they caused
families torn apart, women without husbands,
children without fathers.
“Brave” soldiers didn’t see their merry band
as someone else’s enemy.
Now I stand, a survivor of that battle
not a soldier, but someone left behind
A bard, left to tell a tale,
of men slaughtered like cattle.
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(OC Author - Sam Nicholson)