Quietly, softly he placed the flowers
Upon the ground
Stepping back he stands
At attention, disciplined, rigid
The salute snaps
Prefect
The tear slips down his face
Lost in the rain
Unnoticed, forgotten
Like the soul-dier before him
Once called
Friend
Father...Brother
Lover...Mother
Now...
Causality
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It's beautiful.
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Yeah I wrote it for a poetry community that I take part in. I am trying to flex my creative muscles. I was never very good at poetry so I thought that it would be a good place to start.
As much as I disagree with the war in Iraq, I think that many people lose track of the human face(s) that are effected.
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