Walk With Me

African-American soldiers marching in France D...

African-American soldiers marching in France During World War I. “African Americans during World War I” . . (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Walk with me
In the halls of the dead
Drink from this chalice
Of blood newly shed
Remember the promise
Our forefathers said
Down the path we are led, we are led

Take from me
The most bitter of wine
Drunk by the fallen
Cross eons of time
Remember we fought for
The will of Divine
So we know we are blind, we are blind

Shadows rise
Darkly captured in chains
War sick boys
Trapped in youth they remain
But they’re ghosts
Too confused to explain
So we’ll march yet again yet again

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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14 Responses to Walk With Me

  1. stevehi says:

    This piece touches a special place for me. Thank you

  2. Ohhh hauntingly beautiful Sis…. bravo!

  3. Wow. *shudders* This poem is, well, I just don’t know what to say about it that will give it the praise it justly deserves.

  4. great stuff – really enjoyed reading, and also how it lingers. Have many thoughts a-buzzing now.

  5. invisibleme says:

    This is wonderfully written. I really like the repetition in the end line of each stanza…packs a powerful punch!

  6. That last stanza wow!!!

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