"Ballad of Broken Souls"
Hear the call of duty, strong and proud,
Joining armies, nations' voices loud,
Trumpets of war resound, unsettling peace,
Partings hurried, hearts filled with unease.
Into foreign lands, an unwelcome roam,
Enemy lines drawn, destiny shown.
Songs of sorrow echo through the rain
Sing the haunting songs of sorrow's strain.
Amidst the battlefield, an ominuous sight,
Rockets poised, ever ready to ignite,
Human souls become cannon fodder,
Buried 'neath ruins, dreams in squalor.
Songs of sorrow echo through the haze,
Bearing witness to war's haunting ways.
Wails of orphans, widows' endless pain,
Sing the haunting songs of sorrow's strain.
Songs of sorrow, with no lilting refrain,
Dreams crumble in rubble, haunting remains.
Trumpets mournfully blare, gruff in their sound,
Honoring fallen soldiers, dead and found.
Wrapped in flags, a final farewell embraced,
Mothers yearn for hugs, its warmth erased.
Oh, the folly of wars, bring senseless pain,
Sing the haunting songs of sorrow's strain.
Songs of sorrow float upon the air,
A plea for men to choose to be fair,
Let us build a world where peace shall reign.
Sing the haunting songs of sorrow's strain.
© Crispulo Tappa
"Ballad of the Lone Wolf"
On a fuggy, darkened night so deep,
I howl like a wolf, from shadows I leap.
Through spider-silvered webs I gaze,
Gruff as a horse in its wearied haze.
Tired and worn, I gasp for air,
With heavy steps, though none to spare.
I tread the crags with aching pride,
Through winding paths I slowly stride.
In whispers soft, my heart does cry,
Dragging through meadows, under cloudy sky.
Wounded and weary, my spirit wails,
Through misty fields, on endless trails.
And in this dusk, I think of you,
Of days gone by and skies once blue.
Oh, how I wish you walked beside,
Forever here, as shadows glide.
© Harpreet M. Caur
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