Soldiers In File

Pz-avatarby Jack River09 Feb 2017

Dewy men in uniform line up upon the grass 
Tightly bound, indifferent to the people walking past
Cold and white with fear and frost 
And thoughts of those now all but lost 
Wrapped in cloth and paltry laden
Faces to the one who made them
Empty eyes who never cried
Looked up with reason, asking why 

And for these men who lie so old
Upon the hope they had been sold 
By each and every tender tongue 
Their hands were cold, their bell had rung