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The Final Call

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since 12-08-1999
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Auckland New Zealand

0 posted 12-18-1999 03:58 AM       View Profile for Rod   Email Rod   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Rod

I must be honest here - this poem is not entirely my own work. I co-wrote it with the author of the poem which inspired me to write "The Flag".
Judging by your wonderful response to that poem, I thought you might like to see it.

                                                      THE FINAL CALL

They'd considered him a hero in the place where he was born,
In that town beneath the mountains, near the sea.
He had fought in places far away, by savage conflict torn,
With the hope he might help others to be free.

He had seen the wrath of nature, its ferocity withstood;
And he'd witnessed hate and bigotry and lies;
But he’d done his duty proudly, in the quest for common good
In his land, and under distant, lonely skies..

But then times must change, and friendships fade, and life itself conclude,
Then his final homeward pilgrimage began.
Where the memories of  the few who loved him changed with time renewed,
And his ashes claimed the ground where once he ran.

He had made that greatest sacrifice ........ is it to be in vain?
Shall his heirs not see the dawn of freedom’s light?
And how shall we convince ourselves he perished without pain,
In the blistered heart of conflict’s endless night?  

It seems to make it bearable, convincing, though untrue
That his deeds would teach us lessons that endure.
But in sweet and blissful ignorance the sins of man accrue.
Still the consequence of violence is sure.

Yet it was for him, the final call, he’d not be asked again
To face the awful ravages of war.
To take up arms, to kill and die, for bloody tyrants’ gain
Thus feed their lustful appetites for more.

Now his brothers, sons and daughters too, march past in jungle greens,
Undaunted as they follow in his tracks.
Too soon their pride and honour will give way to shattered dreams
As their grand illusions wane like molten wax.

So they depart for distant shores, where moguls rest at leisure,
To write their closing epitaphs in  blood,
They’ll pay the price in life and limb, as warlords hoard their treasure.
Yet scarce restrain this dark, foreboding  flood.

Is this to be our destiny for countless years to come,
That the white dove from her chosen path transgress?
Must freedom be subverted by the  missile and the gun
Hot condiments of war -  such bitterness!

Then will all his years of tribulation yield for us no gain?
Cruel harvest makes the fodder of the rich.
Shall his kinfolk not abide in peace, bereft of guilt and pain?
Not forgotten in a bloody roadside ditch.

Of countless number passed before, he’s surely not the last;
Though honest men hold dear his proclamations.
His hero’s badge lies tarnished in the mists of ages past
While the cursed  hand of death still haunts our nations.

He’d done his best, but in the grip of failure’s icy claw
Grows stronger still the lust to kill and maim.
He gave his all  to edify, to bring an end to war;
Yet human folly lingers  .............. just the same.

For me, for you, no greater love could this man ever show
Than the forfeit of his own life for his friend.
His hero’s soul now rests fulfilled  -  ‘twas written long ago
Whilst love has life, she’ll triumph....... in the end.

© Copyright 1999 Rod Walford - All Rights Reserved
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1 posted 12-18-1999 07:47 AM       View Profile for Severn   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Severn

No matter if you had help - you are a brilliant writer, Rod.
Elizabeth Santos
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since 11-08-1999
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2 posted 12-18-1999 08:27 AM       View Profile for Elizabeth Santos   Email Elizabeth Santos   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Elizabeth Santos

Gave his life, but not his soul
Will ours recall the long ago
Wonderful, Rod
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since 08-19-99
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3 posted 12-18-1999 08:46 AM       View Profile for Pepper   Email Pepper   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Pepper

An Excellent piece Rod!

 A soul that writes from the heart and shares it, truly gives a gift extraordinaire!

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since 05-20-99
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Cape Cod Massachusetts USA

4 posted 12-18-1999 10:20 AM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

I find myself looking forward to each of your new posts, Rod... You haven't disappointed me yet....
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