Soldier, Knowing Not Why He's Fighting Poem by james watkin
Soldier, Knowing Not Why He's Fighting
Born into a land; and immediately
One of its kind labelled.
Unmet yet of its smiled babe's greeting
When cast in whose bad light
Is no more distant in what foreign is
For neighbour begs a fight!
Individual souls; to be mobilized.
Love-made, to hate, compelled.
As red dust, a maelstrom blown up in.
No passing ill wind this!
Too late dredged through whose caught up reaction
More absurdly mad is!
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