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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=536167" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>THAT PAST JULY (A Soldier's Story)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That Past July</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Friday, February 4,2011 @ 4: 04 PM</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Wives and sweethearts watch the warrior’s from the piers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Drafted conscripts without any volunteers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hairs cut low from the barber’s shears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nothing left to comfort their familiar fears</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>From the straits of Tiran to the steps of Algiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The imperial army dressed fully in their battle gears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bullets whisper lullabies in their ears</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The timid hunkers down and shed silent tears</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thinking no longer it was only a one-year affair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Senses heightened surroundings I was totally aware</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bombs were bursting high in the air</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Illuminating the darkness was a single flare</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Silent was the night rich with foreboding</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cries in the mist were of self-loathing</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fog thicken as the atmosphere filled with apprehension</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Moods swing wildly for nothing could cut the tension</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Shadows creep around a stone clearance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Horrifying scream breaks the silence</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hatred filled the heart with vengeance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cold was the steel of cruel temperance</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Thin is the air for the Devil’s appearance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such fury without any guidance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hollowed utterance in the distance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The meadow ran red without conscience</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The idiocy for we were so naïve</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Arms severed from shoulder to sleeve</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Such depraved cruelty one could not conceive</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not even the fallen you could retrieve</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>From the onslaught brings no reprieve</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The jungle roars in a malicious up heave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Men bow their heads and couldn’t believe</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fanatics spares no one time to grieve</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>From the Shire to smallest Glen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No one can fix what has been broken</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This is the true nature of mice and men</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For fools repeat the same act all over again</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The same song was also sung back then</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was frequented a thousand times ten</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They are children in a filthy playpen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crowing Rooster was truly a hen</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The choir says amen</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Only god knows when</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Prayers clergies no longer send</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When will the insanity come to an end? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The conscientious objector always asking why</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The government perpetrated the biggest lie</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The president had one last fish to fry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oil since then has been in short supply</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Mothers turn their heads and cry</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Families bid their soldiers a fond goodbye</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their sons sent off to war to die</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hot it was that September to July</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Wilfred+Mellers">Wilfred Mellers</a><div class=q>
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Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Friday, February 4,2011 @ 4: 04 PM


Wives and sweethearts watch the warrior’s from the piers

Drafted conscripts without any volunteers

Hairs cut low from the barber’s shears

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