Slated as such 

But not for much

A never ending battle

Do or die

Without a cry 

And no one there to tattle

If one day 

It come what may

Without so much a warning

Fight to defend

Until the end

Amidst the grief and mourning

For naught is fair

And none will care

With nothing more to folllow

So it may be

To never see 

The dawning of tomorrow



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Don Matthews

Fri 17th May 2019 23:00

I agree with Jane Lisa. Well crafted with rhythm and rhyme.

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Fri 17th May 2019 21:49

This poem just rolls off the tongue. Very well crafted with rhythm and rhyme.

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keith jeffries

Wed 15th May 2019 22:52


I am intrigued by this poem as on a first reading I could not help but think of those who had fought in war and lost their lives at an early age. It is almost as if a veil has been drawn over the poem. I like it.


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