This poem is comparing life to a battlefield. Through deep military symbolism it implies one's obstacles as he/she goes through life, whatever they might be and one's ability to develop strength to overcome these obstacles.
Flaming foes scan the fields, searching for a fight,
we hide our weapons, they come probing
keeping out of sight;
Respond down low, delve up high,
the fields it seems clear,
when our guns pop up across the grounds,
we take them from the rear.
I loaded my bayonet, healed my wounded life,
saddled up the tank
for an insanely revengeful ride;
I stabbed their lives to hell, blew their minds away,
dawn has fallen about the fields,
red as a dead man lays.
When we finish our deadly chores upon the deadly field,
darkness will come to those who dare
to tame our lively shield;
Meanwhile out on the fields justice has been done,
blood has filled the atmosphere,
red as the distant sun.
Paul Hickey
11-14-11
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