posted 15th September 2024
The guns fell silent, nothing, not a sound,
The skies were beginning to show the first signs of light,
People searching for truth.
A new face emerged through the early morning dawn,
A harsh looking face, full of expression,
A face that was battered and bruised.
The Sunday morning graves littered the muddy ground,
The Preacher looked at the face with empathetic eyes,
The face looked back, but God had told many a lie.
The waves rolled and flowed,
The journey home was all alone,
The sandy beaches came into view as the face saw his long-lost soul.
The terraced houses came into view,
Familiar faces gazed from the red brick castles,
The face was home now, but home was another world.
