Submissions by DefAngels (Innes Soairse McCallum)

Below the fringed winter night,
Men led by the light of Angel's lanterns wait,
They dig deep into the raw earth for hours,
Their rifles never leave their side,
While cigarette embers dance in the air,
The letters their mothers have sent dwindle in their minds,
Dreams of going home and holding her once more are scarce to them,
This does not stop them.

Their uniforms once pressed and shined for parades,
Now ripped and stained from war,
The pride comes with wearing the uniform,
No matter the condition,
They come from rich families and even...

Stay at home lad,
Help me in the field,
The fate of Europe is already sealed,
Go back to the barn and grab the hoe,
Let real soldiers fight the foe,
Put on your caddy and not a helmet,
After harvest go to town and sell it,
The wailing of sirens, is that not enough?
Killing innocent men, that must be tough,
Here in Ireland you are safe with me,
Son, this is where you should be,
Your brother has left and we will not lose you,
This is a war to save the Jew,
You are are a coward, to leave your mother and I,
If you abandon me I will not say...

Hot lead cut through the bitter October air,
A day when the sun had no glare,
Men in uniform stained with mud,
Covered from head to toe in each others blood,
The stench of death too hard to bear,
Watching the wind blow through the lifeless hair,
At home men and women with hearts at best,
When that ship pulled up, I felt a jolt in my chest,
When covered in bandages, they came off the boat,
I felt a clot form within my throat,
Soldier and women were making love in the street,
I heard the leather boots and the sound of running feet,
Many people saw...

Tis' a thirst not quenched by the sweetest wine,
Tis' a hunger not met by meats or bread,
Tis' a thirst only quenched by your ever-flowing love,
Tis' a hunger only met by your ever-so tender touch,
For tis' you that I crave,
Something not found else where.

Your skin is softer, vibrant as the silks,
Your lips are blossoms from the stems of roses,
Your aroma is sweeter than rosemary,
Your kisses taste of the ripest honeydew,
For tis' you that I crave,
Something not found else where.

My eye lids are sewn shut by my...