The Commander!

What is the true cost of war? The Foureyed Poet.

The Foureyed Poet

From the top of the hill the commander looked down

upon the carnage he had created in the valley below

able after years of war and conflict to be hard

too many good friends lay amongst the fallen foe

fighting at close quarter on a once picturesque scene

where flowers and roaming sheep had peacefully been!

The ground tainted where young soldiers had perished

fighting for what the purpose lost in the misery

yet he and his officers celebrated a victorious battle

the deaths would be brushed aside as collateral damage

there were always more to fight no time for remorse

one fact mattered to him keep the war on course!

His battered army headed back to camp as the night fell

taking it’s dead and wounded to count who was left

the commander gave orders to his officers reform the few

in the days when discipline and honour was the rule

his men were mainly…

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