Poem – To dance with Angels
Heroes all who lead and follow
Into worlds where death does tread
Climbing high or crouched in hollow
Primed with orders clearly said
Senses ready, droplets on chin
Enemy sighted, eyes fixed on prey
Harsh men walking, talking, thin
Stumbling into deadly fray
A whisper, a nod, bullet flies
Standing proud for better aim
Cracks of fire fill the sky
It has begun, this awful game
Quiet moment, silence so loud
Panting, blood rushing so fast
Staring intently at lying crowd
Dead or not, check to the last
Sudden thoughts of friends not foe
The call goes out ‘is everyone there’?
Stop and hope, does anyone know?
Where are those men whose lives I share?
Words of fear, medic called
Who is down, what damage done?
Two lie still by others walled
My life, my world, my brothers gone
Letters written with no reprieve
The end is real, last breath taken
Cries of pain as families seethe
Why was ours the one forsaken?
Friends fallen, men of honour
Worshipped by those left free
Carried high, their finest hour
Sense, the families cannot see
With all vigour and courage they went
Ready to battle at moment’s glance
Returned, carried, all life spent
With smiling angels, now to dance
Forgetting them will never be an option
Our lives entwined by brutal deed
Matters not, real or political concoction
Know they gave life, so we may be free
Words Copyright © 2016 Courtenay Merchant – Used with Permission
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- Usage: Remembrance Sunday
- Composer: Richard M S Irwin from Meditations on the Angels – The Seven Chakra
- Words Copyright © 2016 Courtenay Merchant.
- Music Copyright © 2014 Richard M S Irwin
- Performance Copyright ℗ 2016 Courtenay Merchant and Richard M S Irwin. Certain rights reserved.