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
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This piece touches a special place for me. Thank you
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
Ohhh hauntingly beautiful Sis…. bravo!
Thanks so much Sis!!:) 🙂 xxx
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.
Thank you so much Briana!! 🙂 🙂
No, thank YOU!
great stuff – really enjoyed reading, and also how it lingers. Have many thoughts a-buzzing now.
Thanks so much!! 🙂 🙂
This is wonderfully written. I really like the repetition in the end line of each stanza…packs a powerful punch!
Thank you so much!! 🙂 🙂
That last stanza wow!!!
Thank you! That whole poem just flowed for some reason. 🙂
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