All the great young men

All the great young men
walking on patrol
in the African sun

without choice
forced into war

burnt past brown,
and all of them
far to young to die

and how pale do death
now make them seem.

All the great young men
of those that did survive
wondering why they
are still alive

and what spared some
and made others pay the price.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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