Wastelands
Skeleton Soldiers
Walk the night, we've
no fright
Cast be winds, ill from within
sorrow spent, where bombs burst
and; souls cry for none, repent
Oh, not we say, now see,
late by
early, dawns dreadful night, where
banners fly high, and bones rattle skies
Children at play, laughter, tearfully
their songs scream out, to an explosive halt
Assault, as all have fault,
that
salute to gods of self destruction,
There be lands of th' free, and homeless braves
Slaves of the militaries, and safe sat adversaries
Victim soldiers, we hear
sight your might
Left with remnants, wastefully spent
Pieced bones, spiritually joined,
all walk the wastelands of grave sights
and head stoned sorrows
Sadly,this untiring WWII
Veteran bard,
not rest without Peace
Mind of many, predisposed and leased
Earth erupts with liken'd vengeance
Warn of atom, phantom goals,
fruitless trees, festering corpses,
disease uncontroled, fields barren,
families famined, lost of,
one anothers precious love
Lands be not, of th'selfishly
free
Our young Braves, spent to inhuman sacrifice
Take to the damned polls, cast votes without
straws, pluck splinters from thoughts and
empower, the devour of peace predatored
hucksters, unrest, flesh torn, soldiers and innocents
Solutions are and of non
bear saluted
Universally there be need to weave of
a Brethren Banner, felt with hand at
breast, self rest, love be star spangled
blue sky of peace-filled eyes
All Oh , can we see, ne're redden w'blood
embroidering world nations
unitedly of their own threading
There be no lay to rest
for all in peace,
without that of Love and Good Will,
birthed on restless Earth...
© 2005 ...louie levy
