ONCE BITTER FOES Companions now where poppies grow, They sleep together, friends, Destiny and Fate conspired to bring to bitter end, Men who once were bitter foe, Where felled to earth by mortal blow, By man whom they would never know, Are comrades once again. In slumber now they gentle sleep, In little beds of clay, In darkness they will never know, If it be night or day. They sleep tonight with men they slew, For death has made men equal, true, When sent to death by moneyed few, But what a price they pay. The old men with their shares in wars, Will reap their foul reward, When Reaper Grim has harvested, The young who die in wars. They profit from the young who bled, Inspired by lies and foul words said, With war machines investment fed, There’s no re-birth for them. By Michael Walsh. If you like poetry you will love Michael Walsh Poetry: goo.gl/RPjs3f https://facebook/michael.walsh.walshpoems
Posted on: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 09:55:34 +0000
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