Silenced Soldiers

by DukeofWonderland

Published March 9, 2013

E - Everyone
Bless us with sight,
Not simply eyes -
Add listening to our hearing
And strength to our fright.

Wandering about
in the dark of night;
Lost,
Cold,
Forgotten are their cries.

More graves dug,
more souls silenced –
Pain,
Remorse,
Despair, can’t overcome them.

Another gunshot
shudders through the streets,
Another bomb
blasts away those asleep.

Another shriek of a mother
Her children, her fathers
Eventually they’re all:
Burnt dust, Just another

Bless us with sight,
Not simply eyes -
Add listening to our hearing
And strength to our fright.

Reality – it’s what we accept to see
Soldiers in their uniform,
Young men lying on the streets to bleed.
It’s been a long war already
And a longer one awaits –
Will we continue watching
And let more spirits fade?
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Jalmoc
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Jalmoc wrote a review Review · Mar 13, 2013

Hi there! This was a really bone chilling piece. Your word structure and fluency was really well! I don't see any grammatical errors so good job! You were able to express so much emotion into such a short span which is rare among most poets. I really hope to see more works from you in the future! Let me know if you have any questions!

Keep On Writing!!!

--Jalmoc

I have a question: if you had to improve at least one aspect in this piece, what would that be?

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arianaSarroyo
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arianaSarroyo wrote a review Review · Mar 9, 2013

Hello there! I will be doing your review for today. First off, this is both beautiful and chilling. The way you portray war is so chilling, gruesome, yet so real. The emotion here was en-pointe, as was the figurative language. The imagery was disturbing,but that's okay because that's how a real war is. I also wrote about a war titled, "Children of War". Anyway, now onto the substance.

This poem is fantastic, however I do have a few suggestions. For example, the I have a question about the stanza about the shriek of a mother. It says her fathers. I'm not really sure what you meant when you said "her father". Lastly, the final line in that stanza says "burnt dust, just another". I think maybe you could have been a bit more descriptive there.

Other than that, this poem is both tragic and beautiful. You raised such a great point here. You have really done a good job.



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