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Betere leesbaarheid

The uniform

door killea

A child is born into the storm
for the first time he cries
in a flash he sees into his future
mother stills, he closes internal eyes

intelligent boy beyond his years
unwilling to conform
trouble is his middle name
he outruns the uniform

the young man ignores the draft
not ready to transform
they came and took him anyway
no hiding from the uniform

military honed his skills
an asset to the land
in the covert services his uniform
worldwide in demand

comrades died in his arms
blood on his hands lukewarm
he, injured, escaped the fate
to see another dawn

through the years he cries for his men
dead as civilians, not in war
they closed the book on their lives
from grief of what they saw

despite his demons, a daily fight
invisible tag, no one may know
once in the hidden service
the uniform never lets go

 

feedback van andere lezers

  • ivo
    het leven is een strijd waarbij men nooit zijn uniform kan uitdoen, omdat oorlog nu eenmaal ook een etiquete vraagt ..
    killea: thank you Ivo
    xx
    j
  • Mistaker
    Universal soldier...

    Greta xx
    killea: thank you Greta
    xx
    j
  • martine
    stilmakend
    xxx
    killea: many thanks, martine
    xx
    j
  • Liesje
    gevoelig neergepend June!
    killea: many thanks Liesje
    xx
    j
  • Manono
    Echte vrijheid bestaat eigenlijk niet.
    killea: many thanks Christine
    xx
    j
  • jan
    I was lucky not to go,
    xxx
    j

    killea: thank you Jan
    xx
    j
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