Proud!

She stood sixteen hands proud and strong

grey with black mane

a young horse just arrived from England

fresh and innocent

from the safety of home to the battle front

taken by the army

to carry the Captain upon her sturdy back

heading the attack!

 

Far from her master who she knew from birth

the open fields to roam

into the bloodbath of war of mud and death

a multitude of animals

keeping the war machine in constant motion

dying with the soldiers

interacting in human conflicts had no choice

no rights or voice!

 

This was a time of man and animals integrating

shown much kindness

even more brutality in of war of young lives lost

horses worked mercilessly

until they fell with the soldiers the proud mare

was tough and stubborn

wanting to be home from those she was taken

for so many were forsaken!

 

After this barbaric war had finally come to an end

there were eight million

horses mules and donkeys killed in their service

to assist perpetual greed

many were sold for meat but thankfully thousands

came back to blighty

the proud mare whose name was Belle was saved

her bravery praised!

 

Bruised and scared she came returned to the farm

she loved and knew

to open spaces free from noise and destruction

shells and shrapnel

the army officer to came home and kept in touch

both never to forget

those times of depravity and this futile carnage

of mans endless rage!

 

Belle lived happily until she succumbed to age!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

 

Home!

Weary and disillusioned they came home

left as boys returned old men

within their minds and damaged bodies

too many lost in the trenches

sinking and dying in deep stinking mud

for country spilling their blood!

 

Longing to be back with family at home

conditions not for any creatures

that deafening noise of exploding shells

crouching in those hell pits

like burrowing moles never dry or warm

trying to survive the brutal storm!

 

Chocking those without protective masks

mustard gas like a yellow fog

seeped in without  mercy a silent killer

nor raising heads as snipers aimed

across no mans land the soldiers waited

far away the officers debated!

 

In safety top brass making the decisions

of when they had to attack the foe

like moving chess pieces on the board

lives were put in jeopardy

for the gain of just a few feet of territory

whose was this savage glory?

 

Millions have perished so it will continue

the never ending cycle of war

peace it is said no profit can ever be made

the majority are but pawns

from the 1914 to 1918 quoted Great War

nothings changed what else is in store?

 

Surely most want peace and unity for all

or will it go on until mankind does fall?

 

The soldiers just want to go home!

 

#TheFoureyedPoet.

 

 

 

From The Air!

From the air nothing moved in the rubble

after the months of pounding

no building from shells bombs and artillery

was complete thousands had died

bodies still lay underneath the ancient city

anybody there could only feel pity!

 

High definition images made it look surreal

a once proud and thriving culture

following the same paths as their ancestors

caught in an international conflict

that did not care of the human lives or cost

so many generations ever lost!

 

He was powerless sent to record the aftermath

of this brutality and utter carnage

he had seen it so often the pointlessness of war

the displacement of the survivors

torn from the only lives they had ever known

their plight captured by a drone!

 

The people of the world watched then moved on

shocked yet this was but one story

destruction and domination was not new to man

this had always gone on the few ruled

over the masses who suffered at their cruel hands

upon us peasants in all the earthly lands!

 

Until man is eradicated himself from existence so be it!

 

TheFoureyedPoet.

Watching!

On the dusty tank the soldiers stared intently

watching the shells strike

detonating onto the occupied enemy lines

as rockets and shell fire

was quickly returned in a never ending battle

creating vibration and rattle!

 

Each were distant from the carnage and anguish

young conscripts not hardened

warriors of  too many campaigns of aggression

again forced to protect their land

believing their cause was just without hesitation

the civilians filled with trepidation!

 

But as with all brutal conflicts it breeds more hate

resentment creating much bigger foe

a cycle of revenge and bloody savage retaliation

as the very young bitterly grow up

the horrors absorbed into impressionable minds

peace hopes fading behind closing blinds!

 

The ever mounting strife going back to long ago

hard to break historical differences

each have grievances and suspicions to tell

that seem impossible to resolve

the deaths and injuries continue to increase

can a way ever be found for peace?

 

My wishes always for a planet without wars!

 

The Foureyed Poet.

 

 

 

 

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