Remorse of the battlefield 

August 13, 2017 at 4:29 pm (Uncategorized)

This is one of the most powerful contemporary poems I’ve read in a long while about the horrors of war- those who fight the war and the loved ones they leave behind.

Tanushree Karmakar

Guns on point

Waiting in the wild for the trap to unfold,

The fervour to see his wife and their conceived child

Burns a hole in his pocket.

The unsent letter

Rested on his chest,

Shielded from the bullets

Underneath the badges of honour and pride.

Guns on point

Blood stained trousers

Struggling to not surrender to death,

Smell of spilled blood

And counted breaths

Racing against the forged time.

Guns on point

Afraid to lose

And to never hold his child in his arms,

Silence surrenders to upheaval

As bullets take over the undercovered wild.

From dusk to Dawn lightning striked

Bullets and blood took over love.

The unspoken words of the letter

Erased by the stains of red,

Wet and untouched –

Against the still heart…

Underneath the badges of honour and pride.

Empty guns rested on the floor

Covered in blood and more,

The siren was not…

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  1. doesitevenmatter3 said,

    What a powerful poem! It brought tears to my eyes.
    It reminds me of two movies I saw recently.

    • Dracul Van Helsing said,

      Yes, it was a very powerful poem.

      There have been a lot of documentaries about the First World War the past few years (it being the 100th Anniversary of the 1st World War from 1914-1918) and this poem captures some of the film footage I’ve seen.

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