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

Scarred Heart, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Scarred HeartThe Black Brunswicker, John Everett Millais (1860)

Scarred Heart

My love there is no need you to explore
The human misery that comes with war
Bodies strewn upon a cold earthen floor
While love ones’ hearts wear an eternal scar

Why the chance that you may soon lose your life
Shall there be such a personal reward
Greater than for us to be man and wife
The thought it possible my heart is charred

Can there be for you a love more than I
Gave to you what can but be given once
With a love meant never to say goodbye
Love for you is of greatest salience

There is but bloody hell beyond this door
Destined am I to see you nevermore