Conscripts
By a102866
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Pale shadows riding the coattails of war
No grand calling their retail value to brand
Conscripts with another's bloody flag soar
Scantily-clad, domesticated corps
Rank and file on bland exhibition stand
Pale shadows riding the coattails of war
Raw recruits, their country's mantle but lore
Sacrificial shills o'er fallow fields spanned
Conscripts with another's bloody flag soar
On cannoned bastions, bloody libations pour
Each, drowning tidal wave carefully planned
Pale shadows riding the coattails of war
Nameless faces into fateful shards bore
Automatons now falling on demand
Conscripts with another's bloody flag soar
Winsome youth now dispatched to heaven's door
Only mortal courage left to remand
Conscripts with another's bloody flag soar
Pale shadows riding the coattails of war
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Congratulations on poem of
Congratulations on poem of the week. Well done.
Rich
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A strong message brilliantly
A strong message brilliantly expressed. Well deserved accolades.
Linda
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