New Frontier

To continue with posting my old poems. Here is the second poem I wrote.

Dawn

Dawn breaks through the cloudless skies
come now all open they eyes
follow me comrades to the hill
see yonder at the meadow kill

Sun not high enough
yet blood flows in turmoil bath
rise and fall many or few
in bloody mix of morning dew

Lets flee come away from here
for fear they do get near
run fast like the wind and hide
for we want non of this here fight

Together we all are again
let us go out and explain
The Butchers are here to stay
go let us see yet another day.


Haulrich Kuschke
©1998