A young boy sits in the park dreaming of great things,
Plucking at dandelions as the sparrow sings,
Lazing in the grass never thinking beyond tomorrow,
Incapable of measuring man’s divine sorrow.
Night has fallen and he is dreaming of his girl,
Her reality like an illusive pearl,
As he awakes mother calls ready to arms,
Country is calling meaning no harm.
A boat ride across an ocean with tears in their eyes,
Looking at each other remembering the goodbyes,
A proud father with fear in his smile,
Wondering if his young son would be safe all the while.
Huddled in prayer before they dashed to shore,
Splashing their boots on the ocean floor,
Finding safety behind the body of another young lad,
He whimpers crying for dad.
Gasping and aching a young soldier dies,
Yet waiting to hear his mother’s cries,
Alone and lost in Hell’s central park,
The young soldier awaits for the comfort of the dark.
A dash to safety and asleep at last,
No longer capable of measuring the past,
Clutching his hands to hide his fear,
A sparrow he could no longer hear.
Morning has broken as he turns to the ocean,
Humanity’s blood and guts lay in motion,
Falling back upon his knees,
Asking God forgive me please.
By: Joseph Pede
