Wings of War by Cullen Denney

Wings of War

By:  Cullen Denney


You can’t be brave without knowing fear

Young men crawling through mud and blood

Praying the mortar will be a dud

Wiping away sweat with quavering breath

Hoping they won’t shake hands with Death


You can’t know strength without shedding a tear

Crying while holding their mothers near

Their fathers asking God to bless the day

Their families begging them to stay

Then the wings of war carry them away


Two brothers sit, in a sandbag bunker

The enemy coming closer and closer

Their last letters finished, like defiant composers

It was in that bunker, made up of sand

They decided they’ll make one. . . last. . . stand