The night fires are flaming
and as if in homage to the day’s fight,
cackle and spit like the toothless elders
who gather close as the camp settles
to hear the tales of battles past,
honours won, lives lost.
Tonight, there are heroes but no victors,
another skirmish soon will
re-draw the line once more,
there cannot ever be peace
all soldiers need a war,
all soldiers need a fight.
and as if in homage to the day’s fight,
cackle and spit like the toothless elders
who gather close as the camp settles
to hear the tales of battles past,
honours won, lives lost.
Tonight, there are heroes but no victors,
another skirmish soon will
re-draw the line once more,
there cannot ever be peace
all soldiers need a war,
all soldiers need a fight.
© Graham Sherwood 07/2018
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