A Soldier´s Winter

The day before it wasn´t snowing.
After amber suns made our Earth now glowing.

The trees are strangers, leering, disapproving.
In the ash of winter, our minds are now moving.

My world, my life, my wandering path.
It seems not God, but man´s own wrath.

I pray God´s eyes may see us once again,
gaze upon us at our end.

We will rebuild, we will renew,
from a world of greed and lust that left so few.

Remind me that I am still his child,
and provide us with your mercy mild.

El poema anterior, basado en la carta de un soldado hacia su hija, refleja la corrupción del ser humano distinguible en el campo de batalla, pero presente en cada uno de los ámbitos que nos acontecen diariamente.

Pese a referirse al ambiente que se vivió durante las atrocidades concebidas en Vietnam, Hiroshima, Nagasaki e Iraq, este escrito también revela aspectos humanos apenas presentes en nuestros últimos momentos, cuando, tras habersenos arrebatado el bien más preciado, nuestra vida, comenzamos a percibir la avaricia que nos rodea y que incluso nosotros mismos nos hemos encargado de forjar con nuestra retrógrada manera de pensar.

Así, pues, se invita a la reflexión y consideración sobre los actos propios, procurando el cambio personal para lograr uno a mayor escala en la putrefacta sociedad del consumo en que nos desenvolvemos.

-Erick .G

PD: Sólo como un dato curioso, me permito agregar que me enteré respecto a la existencia de este poema debido a la mención del mismo por parte de John Titor, un autodenominado "viajero del tiempo" aunque me temo que no soy capaz de asegurar la existencia del escrito antes o después de la mención del mismo por parte del crononauta.

PD2: El "." antes de la G en mi firma NO es un error.

The day before it wasn't snowing.
After amber suns made our Earth now glowing.

The trees are strangers, leering, disapproving
In the ash of winter, our minds are now moving

My world, my life, my wandering path.
It seems not God, but man's own wrath.

I pray God's eyes may see us once again,
Gaze upon us at our end.

We will rebuild, we will renew,
From a world of greed and lust that left so few.

Remind me that I am still his child.
And provide us with your mercy mild.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-soldiers-winter

The day before it wasn't snowing.
After amber suns made our Earth now glowing.

The trees are strangers, leering, disapproving
In the ash of winter, our minds are now moving

My world, my life, my wandering path.
It seems not God, but man's own wrath.

I pray God's eyes may see us once again,
Gaze upon us at our end.

We will rebuild, we will renew,
From a world of greed and lust that left so few.

Remind me that I am still his child.
And provide us with your mercy mild.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-soldiers-winter

The day before it wasn't snowing.
After amber suns made our Earth now glowing.

The trees are strangers, leering, disapproving
In the ash of winter, our minds are now moving

My world, my life, my wandering path.
It seems not God, but man's own wrath.

I pray God's eyes may see us once again,
Gaze upon us at our end.

We will rebuild, we will renew,
From a world of greed and lust that left so few.

Remind me that I am still his child.
And provide us with your mercy mild.

Source: http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/a-soldiers-winter