Mist of War

Anyone who has ever looked into the glazed eyes of a soldier dying on the battlefield will think hard before starting a war – Otto van Bismarck

 With all the craziness in the world at present, and ongoing conflicts and aggressive rhetoric from certain leaders …. maybe just maybe there will be less conflicts, if they themselves had to do the fighting….

the red mist descends overall

it’s to dark to see

as the eyes glaze over

into that 1000 yard stare

as the raging red rivers flow



darkness draws nigh

the veil is torn

the pathway opens on high

yes, I have seen the world

not sure which one awaits



I am coming, screams death

not a second to soon

for we have learnt nothing

from the tragic cycle of history

which is oft repeated

© 2018 michael d emmerich

In Memory of the Fallen Soldier

Anthem for Doomed Youth

What passing bells for those who die as cattle?
 Only the monstrous anger of the guns,
 Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
 Can patter out their hasty orisons,
 No mockeries for them from prayers and bells,
 Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
 The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
 And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

 What candles may be held to speed them all?
 Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
 Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes,
 The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
 Their flowers the tenderness of silent minds,
 And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.

Wilfred Owen

How can one read that poem and not have a tear or two in ones eye or a lump in one throat. In memory of the fallen soldier and the many young men forced to fight old men’s battles, I am posting a few of the poems I have written about war and the price that youth have to pay for the greed of others.

A day (life) of Remembrance

Please visit my Facebook page where I am posting a few more of the poems I have written over the years on war its burden and cost.

Facebook – Michael.D.Emmerich – Writer

Mist of War

red mist glazes over

it’s to dark to see

the eyes glaze over

into that 1000 yard stare



darkness draws nigh

the veil is torn

the pathway opens

yes, I have seen the world

but not sure which



darkness draws nigh

I am coming

not one second to soon

as the tragedy

of history repeats itself

© 2017 michael d emmerich