PRISONERS OF WAR

 by

 Robert Dominguez Jr.

 11-15-85

 

 Who are these men?

Brave and life

Or are they a gem

Far from sight

 

Gems that are caught

Tortured or killed

Men who fought

Have to rebuild

 

They are gems

You cannot see

Scared group of men

Who can be free

 

Unable to tell

The Secrets they know

They’ll be rung like a bell

Until the enemy knows

 

Their sweet songs are sour

The wind hisses like breath

Torture is the darkest hour

When the men know its death

 

They are stones

Precious gems

In a zone

Known as helpless men

 

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