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On sandy shores beneath the setting sun,
By the cool shelter of the rocky bluffs,
Toes under sand, there sat a soldier’s son.
That blood red light turned crimson his white cuffs.
While resting on his knees, his soft hands held
A crumpled paper printed with cheap ink.
As he read slowly, his young green eyes welled.
His body shook and he felt his heart sink.
“A bloody battlefield” – it told him straight,
Not sparing details of the blood and death.
A gen-ral’s folly’d sealed his father’s fate.
He cried now, as the sun left in the west.
Such is the sorrow of a death by war.
No glory is in it, as said in lore.
- by Zee Zee Top |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/06/2008 |
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- Title: Sonnet 1
- Artist: Zee Zee Top
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- Date: 11/06/2008
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Comments (2 Comments)
- zacheria - 11/12/2008
- this good and true too.
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- tksunshine93 - 11/11/2008
- Very beautiful, couplet ends it wonderfully
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