War poem

War


The snow fell down in the frosty street
A line of blood beneath his feet.
Freedom and peace, everything’s gone
For the man who’ll never see the dawn.

Now in the black shadow of night
A lonely soldier disappears from the fight.
Armies march by tower and spire
The con of men is under fire.

Freedom don’t exist in your eyes
When brother by brother fall down and die.
Hope is everything you can hold on to
When death and emptiness starts to surround you.


The silent night always come
A second to breath before the dawn.
Just when you think that everything’s gone
That’s when you wake up by fire and bombs.



Svein Bringsjord Granstrøm.