Falklands Islands AboveI wote this poem `Angels Wings` to describe a soldier dying on the battlefield, its sounds Oh so nice and peaceful, when in reality unless you are pumped full of Morphine you will probably die in agony terrified, screaming for your Mother.
Such a feeling of happiness I have never felt
Tears of pure joy so warm so loving
My Mother welcomes me, I can smell her scent
Rising up above the battlefield
My comrades smile
My enemies smile
Flying home on the wings of Angels.
© Mack (RG )"Every day feels like the day of a funeral"
No comments:
Post a Comment
Pointless leaving spam it wont be published.