Wednesday, July 22, 2015

~Sand Box Hero~
©   r. meuser  

Face down in sand
Covered in dust
shreds of flesh
in a bloody crust

Chest split open
by shrapnel sharp
it cut him deep
pierced his heart

On his face
a lifeless stair
A grenade had hit
no life did spare

Rifle in death drip
ready to fight
lay still and silent
on this flare lit night

Hopes and dreams
of this humanity
blown away
by war’s insanity

With no regrets
he never thought twice
freedom was purchased
he paid the price

    Rob Meuser
The spoken word is for those close enough to hear.
The printed word is for the world to read. 

 Rob is a member of Free Verse Poetry Group. Thank you Rob.

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