Charles J. Ingerson

EMPTY SHELLS

How often not seen
soldiers on a field dead
rifles never checked
lost bullets without lead.

Sent into combat shells
wasted as fodder to die
lying excuses for abuses
without anyone to cry.

Can you tell me where
I’ll find a truth quite bare
why so many sacrificed
and so many to ensnare?

Empty shells hopelessly
lost each childhood dream
groping for answers lost
hearing forever a scream.