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A Soldiers Lament

Updated on April 22, 2017
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Juliet Austin- Is an aspiring Writer she enjoys writing poetry, her favorite poet's are William Wordsworth, Claude McKay, and Maya Angelou.

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(Dedicated to the Men in my Family, who served and still continue to serve).


By: Juliet Stewart Austin

The sun beat's down on the figure of soldiers laying prone. The desert sand drenched with the freshly spilled blood of a Mother's Child. The cry of the crows as they circle above Can no longer be heard amidst the sound of the Soldier's cries.

Oh, Lord!


Have mercy on me.

With eyes unseeing, lips dry and cracked from the desert Sun.

The Soldier's weary, and close to death lay neither moving as the sweat rolls down, unseeing eyes burning, blinded by sand, pain, unshed tear's, and hate.

They look towards the Heaven; begging for salvation, but salvation never comes.

with a whispered breath, their mournful pain riddled cries.



Have Mercy on me.

With each indrawn breath a crackling sound, blood, gushing from gaping wound.,

Each knows that death is beckoning, as life drains from their too still form's

They make their final attempt, with weapons raised in an act of self-defense, patriotism; a salute to Unit, and Country.

With lifeless eyes, they look across to the enemy sights aligned, finger on the trigger, and breath held in anticipation.

The bullet true and sure.

And as the Enemy lay's unmoving thoughts turn to; missed opportunities, life not yet lived, of home, Country, of Mother, Father, Sister(s) Brother(s), Family..., of love, never to be held again, of Children who will be Parentless, and the Soldiers question why?

The answer does not come.

As each Soldier lays cloaked in the veil of mourning, each on their own soil that generation of Men have fought for, and like them have died for.

The wind carries the sadness of the bagpipe and the Oud

and as Families cry and give voice to sadness,

as passages are read from the "Book."

the voice of the Holy one carries a final lament,

May God!

May Allah!

Have Mercy on his soul!

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      Juliet Stewart-Austin 3 years ago from San Antonio, TX.

      True Brenda, our love for all "things" will be our downfall. When we can invest in People, only then can we claim to be Human.

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      Brenda Simpson 3 years ago

      A tribute to our heroes. ..our vets and families have sacrifice much..yet we chose only to honor them for 1 sad.. Arlington cemetery will contine to be the resting place of more if we can't have peace...