Tin Soldiers
Six tin soldiers
melting in the heat,
staring at the enemy
lying at their feet.
Six tin soldiers
rotting in the rain,
faces taut with anger
and finger-painted pain.
Six tin soldiers
staggering thru the mud,
minds numbed by horror
hands stained by blood.
Six tin soldiers,
Six hearts of stone
Standing on a hilltop
--all alone
dean
Reason for writing:
This poem was written at the close of the Cold War and just as we were getting into the War in the Gulf. I wrote it as a written witness concerning the futility of war. I submitted as a poem here because it was my first attempt at a serious antiwar poem.
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