The field was torn and so was I.
Agony littered the landscape but I could not see it.
The rain touched my face but I could not feel it.
A call to charge, so long past.
Where is our courage?
A battlefield with family,
The camaraderie runs deep.
A blood so thick it is truly shared.
Now the grass feels it too.
Where is our hope?
A fail-safe plan met an infallible resistance.
Relinquish from this agony was naught but a dream.
The guns and bombs cease to stop.
Abandoned and alone,
Where is our leader?
Now our fight is over…
Where is our victory?
Where is my sight?
Where is my brother?
Where is the justice?
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Euan Brennan
Just another dot on the earth that wishes to entertain people through writing stories of fiction.
I love creating characters and worlds.
Twitter: @Euan_Brennan
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