Poets

There was once a story About a poet before our time He spoke of shells coming And five nines dropping behind If we could place us in his story As young men in a desperate time Some of us would run with glory Some of us with pride Some would love the story But many of us would die If I could take this poet And place his face online Would the information Leave a thought corrupted mind? And what would his father say Knowing nothing of the times? He see's his young boy hanging And stares at his withering eyes We are all one story Poets of our time Come let's speak our worries Before we say goodbye Come let's speak our worries Before we say goodbye