Damaged

A step further,it creaks at a height.  
White crusty lines,some enjoy the ride,  
the ride of a lifetime.  
Empty,are the waves,shackled by insight.  
The little boy behaves,a sigh.  
   
Misty,are the trees,the boy climbs.  
The droplets of green leaves,every moment he takes flight.  
Uneven, are the Poppy flowers,now black and white.  
   
Now a man. Most destined to fight.  
   
Silent,is the baby,crib mystique.  
Who knows,the father,of this child.  
A mother digs deep into the ground.  
Baby in crib further,screams out loud.  
   
Merry,are the men,a break from fighting.  
Tobacco and booze dropped last night.  
A step further,they creak,at damaged war lines.  
Shackled,are the brave,for today,babies sleep for another peaceful night.  
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
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