Army ballad
Facem o pauza de la proza cu care v-am obisnuit si trecem la poezie, mai precis niste versuri pe care le-am scris acum ceva vreme, inspirat de cateva acorduri de chitara al unui prieten, acorduri foarte reusite care m-au indus in starea de a scrie aceste versuri:
ARMY BALLAD
Stomp, stomp, stomp, go the soldiers` boots
I feel so one of them, finding myself tied by roots
To the chewed up earth, to the dried up mud
Oh, we`re marching on a sea of forgiveness
Don`t blame us, we`re just God`s fallen angels
Lost among the world`s tumbling rocks
Men, present weapons!
Ahead of us is a smoking river of hate,
Where have we signed our souls?
The souls are gone, replaced by faith
Life never waits
For the forsaken.
A mouthful of dust churned through our heart
We wanted to be heroes, but we`re not
We`re just sparlking stars
That twinkle in the night`s light.
Strange paradox, even stranger ending
For men who thought they were though
But ended up crying.
Tears on paper, words for our beloved
Who have long forgotten us
As we`ve forgotten them
Memory deleted, same old, same old
Men, present broken souls!
Hold hands, be ashamed not
For our ending is boiling hot
And there`s no one to say goodbye to
Nothing to pray to,
Sweet bullet, sweet friend of mine…
19 august 2009 la 09:59
great poem, i like it a lot !