Apocalyptic times ahead will force
Boys and men to
Come forward and
Dare to take responsibility
Even if at first
Fear may grip them
Greatly keeping them from moving
Helpless, they stand there
Inside their stomachs twist and turn
Just then, one steps forward
Keeping the line straight
Light falls upon the man
Men shrink back from him
Nothing they can do
Orders are orders
Plenty of men have been here before
Quarters and barracks stuffed full
Runny-nosed boys bare-chested
Stand side by side
They wait for the signal
Until it comes
Victory will be theirs
When the time arrives
X marks the spot
Young boys and men will die
Zero Hour
About the Creator
Xine Segalas
Exploring life through writing, art, and photography, drawing inspiration from the natural world and beloved tales. Author of "Xine's Pack of Strays & Others," about life with my dogs, I review books, hoping to encourage others to read.
Comments (2)
Xine Segalas your acrostic poem, aligned with each letter of the alphabet, creates a powerful and evocative narrative.
Wow, this is powerful.