Sad Surrender
After the blood and the grit and the explosion.
World of your life, rubble strewn and smoking.
After the tension in shoulders and loss.
Friends fallen, wounded, bleeding and sound
blasted ears can take no more of noise.
After the weapon in your hand has fired
fired and fired and then there's no ammunition
and then the walls are tumbling and there's tanks
rolling over your homes and loved ones and
all the sense of reality, work and breaking bread.
After the dignity and honor has expended.
Your voice lost in the confused meaning of simple
words that say nothing of your heart.
There is only bitterness, the nut chewed with too
much shell, too little blessed rain.
And the manna from heaven can not feed
any in the time of war. Surrender falls on your shoulders
like no hope. No Bread. No tomorrow. Sad, sad surrender.
Had we but never went to war.
Sheri Fresonke Harper
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"There is only bitterness, the nut chewed with too
much shell, too little blessed rain.
And the manna from heaven can not feed
any in the time of war"
The ravages of war are terrible, and you expressed it well!!