Cannon!
Oh soldier from war,
Seeking his lost glory,
On the Battlefield in Uziah!
Back at home you arrive.
But they spite you,
As you fought for their glory,
The general died,
A death of honor,
No one comprehends.
But you return,
Blemishless,
A coward,
Your sword still sharp
You bring no glory to your master.
But listen to them not
Oh Cannon!
As you defended their glory,
On their roofs they laid
drinking booze.
Waiting for the war to end.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
