Inglorious war (ii).

He prayed to the Oak tree

The one he looked unto

Amidst the battle spree

The barracks is no home

For a man who works the soil

He'll meet his demise

On till floor

Wet!

He confesses to Mother Nature

'I am not a hero

I sold my soul to war

So I could seize to be my father's son

Sir Sidney Black

An extreme Nazi

I know this is no glorious act

But of hateful motive

I have a lover back home

Whose heart I placed on hold

And hope she'd learn to forget me

For I cannot return home

And have the town celebrate a bitter man

A hero who had their good intentions 

I must accomplish my sole mission 

For the battle grounds are not only tales of zealous men

But also the broken ones

Who have found a sinless way to suicide 

In the battle spree

I swear my beautiful Ellie

I fight till death

I was no coward to my enemy’s pursuit

I made sure he made it count

Until my end I knew to pray

For a space for me beyond the stars

So I could know to shine

And glory past sorrow 

For a new life 

In a whole new world 

My dreams will taunt me

Who am I to fool?

Your love hunts me down

Narrative

A continuing poem on ‘In glorious’ war but this one takes a turn as it is the ‘Inglorious’ war which connotes something without honor. It shows a man in between the battles of his dreams and reality with no courage to fight through either.

Used words & terms

-‘zealous’: active

-‘pursuit’: following

-‘nazi’: intolerant