Let Not My Blood on Field Stain
Lightning has struck the stricken heart,
the earth has cracked its crust.
The troubled spirit has fallen apart,
broken souls have turned to dust.
The minds of men have been truly tested,
when precious moments are stored inside.
Anguished nerves have barely crested,
the torment that follows is sorely tried.
Battlefield’s armour shines to blind foes,
and famine starves wars of greed.
Gracious hours turns a silent wind and blows,
for the evil of this world sow the seed.
Let not my eyes see what is bad,
let not my ears hear a cry of pain.
Let not my mouth say how sad,
let not my blood on field stain.
Gregory Gower (c) 27th June 2010
