Echelon

This is another old poem and it was the last I wrote for my Myspace blog. It was written two days before I started this website, on Tuesday 16th December 2008. I've always wanted to post it since then but I haven't had the time to post it as I've been brimming with creativity this week. It is dedicated to the soldiers who gave up their lives for our freedom, much like 'Thicker Than Water,' but I prefer this poem a whole lot more.

That's it for this week, next week, expect more original poetry.

This poem is called 'Echelon:'

The piercing radiant moon,
Shone without purpose on its dead observers,
Its rays confused; it eclipsed with guilt.
The mist was no better, it was a solemn reminder of death,
Of paralysis, of impotency, of cynicism,
It helped none.

The landscape was a sorry sight;
Dark and imposing, like the war it represented,
Grieving relatives came to identify their cadavers,
It had an opposite effect;
They were considering who they were.

The bodies themselves were generic,
The typical young man killed for the promise of glory,
Regressed to a number and statistic,
Their insignia and I.D cards disintegrated,
Just like their owners.

Freedom, formally a word of peace, presently, an anachronism,
Mankind can never be 'free,'
For they carry the weight of their heroes,
Look towards the aloof sky,
Then beg for mercy through the same tears their heroes had to endure.