Don't cry for soldiers,
Gone off to war,
Cry for lost peace,
Gone off the rails,
Reeling into the depths of hell,
Chasms where light fails to reach the world,
Wrenched from sweet dreams,
Entrenched in some recurring nightmare,
Phantasmagoria dreaded by all soldiers,
Fantasy bloodied and wounded by the rocky wayside,
Don't cry for fallen soldiers,
Uniformly they had their chosen day,
Marching off to uninformed war,
Starched flags with crude stars and bloody stripes,
Then the ruddy war is over,
Pools of dried blood thick on battlefields,
Like lost love never completely draining away,
Frosty phantoms lingering in every evening mist,
Expunging costly sanity,
Still there revels cruel hate and rigid gravity,
Canyons carved with foolish dimension,
Layer upon ghoulish sedimentary layer,
Eroding history into the encrusted earth,
Tattooing destiny upon our fussing souls,
Sometimes we must be leathery and patient,
Waiting for another weathering thousand years,
Lifetime after patent lifetime,
Egos searching for some repentant soul mate,
Will we find them wretched and laying dead on some battlefield?
Shall we discover they are slain along with peace and haven't been reborn?
Perhaps lovely armistice will invent a fantasy for each one of us,
Breaching beyond the perils of fantastic war,
Reaching beyond feral wounds and tonal scars,
Perhaps where perfumed dreams and tears of joy prevail,
That incensed place where we don't cry for fallen soldiers,
Because commensurate love has won over greedy war,
Remarkable love with its sharp fiery sword,
Piercing the black excessive night,
Progressive light entering once again,
Pondering and responding to flighty peace,
Rephrasing and reshaping bloodied land,
Ragged passion handed to our bleeding hearts,
Wringing compassion out of love for each of us,
Empathy like all that rich and innocent blood,
Spilled fashionably as war won the tough day,
While rills of soldier's tears wash over every rough and broken road,
Cleansing tokens where frill words and trill love were truly not enough.