06-02-2012, 09:08 PM 
	
	
	
		(v1.2)
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:GHR1.jpg
Soldier saviour surrenders candy
For a confident boy in the sandland
Brings hope to the son, but buries his father-
Shoots caseload of lead,
Shed from bullions of beautiful wealth-nation gold.
In Christian God's name, widow-hands tremble with the body,
Wraught in disbelief; shocked and unsettled.
A year away: serving souls torn in the silence of solemn report
That the villagers will find... a dead daughter amongst mortar fragments.
Killer cries, slumped with his head in his hands.
Like a memory felt along a scar,
This will jerk back when he sees children.
(end)
(v1.0)
The saviour saves the son, but buries the father
In a caseload of lead shed from bullion beautiful gold
In God's word, someone hugs the slump with trembling fingers which,
In the cold dusk of the sandland, let slip like dug soil-
Faith in humanity.
A year away: soldiers' souls torn in the silence of solemn report
That the villagers are looking for a dead daughter...
Lost in the long night of mortar-bombing. The unwitting killer
Cries, slumped with his head in his hands. Like the scars of split heads,
His memory will jerk back when he sees children.
(end)
I want to know what works and what really doesn't.
Thanks in advance
	
	
	
(an image goes with this poem.)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:GHR1.jpg
Soldier saviour surrenders candy
For a confident boy in the sandland
Brings hope to the son, but buries his father-
Shoots caseload of lead,
Shed from bullions of beautiful wealth-nation gold.
In Christian God's name, widow-hands tremble with the body,
Wraught in disbelief; shocked and unsettled.
A year away: serving souls torn in the silence of solemn report
That the villagers will find... a dead daughter amongst mortar fragments.
Killer cries, slumped with his head in his hands.
Like a memory felt along a scar,
This will jerk back when he sees children.
(end)
(v1.0)
The saviour saves the son, but buries the father
In a caseload of lead shed from bullion beautiful gold
In God's word, someone hugs the slump with trembling fingers which,
In the cold dusk of the sandland, let slip like dug soil-
Faith in humanity.
A year away: soldiers' souls torn in the silence of solemn report
That the villagers are looking for a dead daughter...
Lost in the long night of mortar-bombing. The unwitting killer
Cries, slumped with his head in his hands. Like the scars of split heads,
His memory will jerk back when he sees children.
(end)
I want to know what works and what really doesn't.
Thanks in advance

 

 

