Red Raindrops Fell, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Red Raindrops Fell. This poem I dedicate to all veterans, past and present.

The red raindrops fell
Pitter patter thick as jell
Falling randomly
Like players placing their bet
Cleared with rateau de roulette

War is not a game
A winner we cannot claim
There are body counts
Each tagged then placed in a bag
Soon to be draped with a flag

None intend to die
Deny, is to tell a lie
They’re our true treasure
There’s a huge price that we pay
With tears falling every day

Without a goodbye
In the dark cold earth they lie
Silent they all are
In a place starkly barren
Not again to feel the sun

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bobsieczkiewicz

Husband, Father, Grandfather, Lover of all beautiful things. I love to read and write poetry. My favorite hangouts are libraries and museums and yet I love being outdoors. I am a dreamer of things that could be.

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