Rising from land and sea
Young soldier of the world
Fighting for you and me
So that we
Can still be free
Not for him deathless war
Rising soldier of the world
Fear runs through his core
What is this all for
There’ll always be more
Tired unshining eyes panic
Brave soldier of the world
It’s war zone manic
Pain of injured is chronic
In this blood ridden sonnet
Taking a backward glance
Historic soldier of the world
A hundred years of dance
To cry of war and advance
In action without a chance
He is trained to kill
Armed soldier of the world
Even when weak and ill
And depleted of all will
Carries on and does it still
Yearns a woman’s charms
Frozen soldier of the world
Longs to be within her arms
And so sleepily he warms
To dreaming elusive dreams
His mother’s goodbye ache
To her soldier of the world
Knows his life he will forsake
The risks he has to take
For peace he cannot make
Prized photo in her locket
Of her soldier of the world
His love’s picture in his pocket
Like a well thumbed docket
Makes his heavy heart rocket
Faded photo in broken frame
Cherished soldier of the world
Coveted by a family lame
By an enemy’s wounding aim
At their warrior in the game
Doubled like a bended stick
Exhausted soldier of the world
Unwashed hot and retching sick
Yan, Carlos, Ali, Ben or Mick
Is still some mother’s chick
He’ll never feel alone
Loved soldier of the world
Greetings on returning home
When so worn and truly done
He’s proud he’s his Father’s son …
Yet wishes peace had been won.
Sonnets & Sage 