thehighlanderspoems

Where Once Stood a City
 
My father told me
Of a city so grand
With a ladies statue
Torch in her hand
 
The torch of freedom
In the world he lived
With the drop of a bomb
All life was sieved
 
Images en grained
In his ageing mind
He never imagined
This kind of mankind
 
At the time of the drop
I was one years old
Down in a bunker
As above it unfolds
 
All I remember
In the years we stayed there
Were the fortunate people
Distraught in despair
 
Many years have passed
From the bunker we left
Generations in dust
Civilisation reft
 
Buildings stripped
By Nuclear Acid
Putrid river
Flowing rancid
 
Mutated beings
In struggled motion
Flesh dripping from sores
In their degenerated ocean
 
We now live in the mountains
In cavernous caves
Away from the cities
Where millions stayed
 
Survivors we are
Our world in pity
Millions gone
Where once stood a city

 

2012 - The Happening

Melted Cathedrals
That once were grand
Twisted and broken
By mans crazy hand

Consequences
After the fact
No discussions
Or common sense tact

Push the button
It's easier this way
Whats millions of people
Anyway

Damned by the bomb
Or damned by man
It's now 2012
Written future plan

Will anyone survive
This I do fear
For no one to say
It fell here 

 

Mushroom Cloud

Only a fool would
Pyrocumulus mushroom
Nuclear horror

 

 

 

  

Project Rainbow

The Lockheed U2
Radar cross section deflects    
The tracking stations

 

 

 

Invisible Lie

The truth or secret
Cloaking device, the Eldridge     
Invisible lie?

 

The Philadelphia Experiment " Fact or Fiction "

 

Why the Rose Bled

Parents so proud
Four sons they raised
From the Highlands of Scotland
In the pre-war days
 
On their crofts they worked
Morning till night
Unknown to them then
Of a future fight
 
The Germans have invaded
A country so free
Poland was taken
The world shaken visually
 
Britain declares war
As our men enlist
To rid the enemy
As the fighting shifts
 
Europe's engulfed
In a feverish war
Many are dying
To comprehend what for
 
The four brothers
Sign up to fight
As a mother will pray
Every night

Campaigns they fight
In these theatres of war
Witnessing horrors
Never seen before
 
In their garden at home
On the family crofts
A bed of roses
With petals so soft
 
Then one day
With a passing glance
A pink rose dripping red
In deathly stance
 
Their mother turns
To the gate she looks
Telegram in hand
From the postman she took
 
With trembling hands
She opens with care
Upon reading the message
In tear laden stare
 
Their eldest son
In Africa was lost
As many many others
Deaths global cost
 
Every day
As she passes the rose
It's pink petals bloom
Her tomorrow's fear grows
  

She was Saved

You read in the papers
You watch on the news
Our soldiers are fighting
As the killing accrues
 
In the theatres of war
We lose many lives
In these wars of man
Only death thrives
 
But every so often
There's a turn for the good
A life is saved
They couldn't do what they could  
 
The lives of a family
Murdered by cowards
Shot in cold blood
Bullets they showered
 
But from this tragedy
A life was saved
It's of a little girl
And a soldier who braved
 
A Chief Master Sergeant
In the USAF
Allows mans humanity
To kindly show face
 
This little girl who was saved
Who was shot in the head
He stayed by her side
For she should have been dead
 
To see pictures like this
In the theatres of war
Maybe it's understandable
To see what we fight for
 
An alleged soldier
In wanton family wipe
What takes a soldier
To become their type
 
My heart goes out
To this little girl
And all the other children
Caught up in this war ridden world

Written on the spur of the moment after receiving a picture from Sara Kendrick

 

For in a Doorway Lies

On an Iraqi street
It's all quiet and calm
The way it should be
Without the tyrants palm

Kids are playing
American marines patrol
They don't want to be there
But peace is their goal

A sudden silence
Greets the street
Then all hell breaks loose
Every one falls to their feet

An explosion so powerful
In neighbourhood shake
An all mighty blast
Delivered by mans earthquake

Shrapnel zips
And pings through the air
Voices in scream
Faces in blood run stare

The dust and debris
Drifts all around
As the marines rise
One hears, a crying sound

He follows the cries
For in a doorway lies
A boy of two
In bloodied apply

His small frame
Sodden of red
Lacerations aplenty
On the road to dead

The blanket he clutched
In crimson soak
This soldier, marine
In tear filled choke

He gently lifts
This fragile child
Another innocent casualty
As another war smiles

Sadly, there will be others
Through the months and years
When war will still smile
And ignore all the tears 

 

Solitary Helmet
 
We came upon a clearing
In the scattering of the town
Bomb damage as scenery
In this place called Caen
 
The village square we reach
Shell casings pepper the ground
Blood and spillage flows
War is all around
 
In the distance we hear
That the enemy are retreating
The losses, our heroes
In this theatre of beating
 
The local school
Which had seen the worst
A tribute exists
Of the fallen first
 
In the debris there stands
His weapon of war
Upon it sits
The helmet he wore
 
This patriot
Of the land of the free
The Stars and Stripes
He will no longer see
 
As we continued our quest
To free Europe and beyond
So many solitary helmets
Will unify our bond

 

His Background

This enlisted soul
At eighteen years old
Barely a man
Not even street wise told  

From the proms, to the camp
He kits out tomorrow
His future he stamps
Never knowing bloodied sorrow 

In just under a year
He's older and wiser
To a theatre so different
Says his military adviser

Overseas he heads
Thoughts of back home
What goes through his mind
In eighteen years old roam

Where could he have been
In so short a time
Colouring books
Making joining words rhyme

As he looks to his background
What does he see
An eagle soaring
In the land of the free

The statue of liberty
And the bill of rights
With the thirteen stripes
And the stars to delight

He is just a boy
In grown up clothes
Another one lost
To a cause we will loathe 

 

Soldier of Fortune

There will come a time
Maybe today, or tomorrow
Where a soldier of fortune
Will gloat in his sorrow

For his trackers and he
On a mission to tame
Will hunt him down
And leave him in maim

Through the wires of code 
In binary bite
This soldier of fortune
Will, with all his might

Where will he start
It's for his prey to guess
When he knocks on his door
Instant distress

Before he is taken
A justice is served
For some times in this world
Some things are deserved
 
He is handed over to their FBI
In the land of the free, their justice he's tried
For if he was left, with the soldier of fortune
He would remember that day
His day of misfortune 

 

The Last Warrior

The last warrior
On a mountain he stands
Sunset behind him
In powerful grand
 
For his armies have beaten
The hoard from the south
For he cries freedom
From his regal mouth
 
His honours in battle
Have led to the tilt
His kingdom is saved
Bloodied hands on his hilt
 
For in his glorious glens
In reddened burns
The flowing of his enemies
Drip from the ferns
 
Bodies in scatter
In heather strewn
Distorted and grimaced
Under the light of the moon
 
The followers mourn
Their maimed and their dead
As history will remember
What their survivors had said
 
He looked down from his mountain
At the gathering of his clans
As they look up to the last warrior
Every last man
 

They Will Never Roam

In modern warfare conflicts
We need to get there fast
Giant transporter aeroplanes
Take off in turbine blast

Inside these metal birds
That fly through natures skies
Deliver our knights in armour
To fight an enemy despised

These deliverers of peace
Will also take them home
Some will walk the apron
While others will never roam

We will always remember them
The way they left our shores
Just like our heroic veterans
All those years before

To watch them march so slow
Coffins held aloft
Their carriage that awaits them
Turns hard men to soft

On their tear laden journey
Our lost ones finally home
For in all our hearts
From there, they will never roam