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Transcendental soldiers riding
steeds of mindless steel
clad in trappings suitable for war
patriotic slogans hiding
what they really feel
knowing they have done it all before

shades of souls that never rest
burn them like a flame
and spur them on to deeds they’ll never tell
each of them within his breast
concealing bitter shame
for helping stoke the fire pits of Hell

blood runs red as minions die
performing in a play
directed by political decree
theirs is not to reason why
but only to obey
fighting for the honor to be free

free to breathe polluted air
free to pay their tithe
free to live in cities full of crime
free to subsidize the lair
of those who wield the scythe
and reap the profits of a people’s time

let the steel steeds turn to rust
let the trappings fall
let ghosts of soldiers past no longer thrive
living life is more than just
and giving it is all
one really needs to fully be alive

C. Lon R. Bruso

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I am speechless. This is so powerful. You needn't me tell you so Lonnie, I'm sure you already know, but I wanted to say hello and thanks for such a post.


Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words
........Robert Frost☺

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Having been through such as this it becomes easier to write about the consequences! Thanks for the feedback!

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this one hits hard. very nice.

oh and, by the way, may I post this to the blog?


Yes, you may use it, as long as I get a small amount of credit for writing it! LOL!! Thanks for the read and the comment!

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credit where credit is due, that's the policy. here it is :)

Yes, This is a powerful and beautiful write.

keep well, my friend


Hope all is going well for you these days! Good to hear from you!

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Love judy

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Glad you liked the poem and left me some nice feedback!

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