Axis & Allies - damowords

The Last Soldier
The one‐man war of Hiroo Onada
Cometh to end one honour‐bursting day…
Wielding his war flag at the surrender,
The sword still sharp, his hair now gushing grey;
With high‐held head
He leaves a life behind,
His civilian dead untroubling his mind.
He stept into another age
& could hardly recognize
Fierce teenagers, crime waves a‐rage
& women painting their eyes…
The sacred lands wear new image,
Severing ancyent ties…
“Where is Japan What devils walk the street
Did we give up our pride with our defeat”
He stood at the hurricane’s eye,
Twas alien indeed,
Noise drown’d a cry, the world flasht by,
At such terrific speed,
The lonely sole survivor of the empire’s fallen breed.
Tokyo
1974
Vietnam
Contumelious, beastly, bull‐brain’d war!
Plague of all nations, nigh for thirty years
Swamp churn’d on the once lush South China shore,
Now moment of the vindication nears;
Embassy roof
Awaits the spinning steeds,
Setting a silver hoof atop the cam’ra leads.
A four‐star gen’ral shook his head,
His reputation tatters,
How could jungle & paddy bed
Bless prestige as she shatters
The power of his fair kindred
Less than that which matters,
For men instill’d with vigour & belief
Will always share the spoils of their relief.
Those lost unequivocally
Whirly bird to a fade,
Tanks roll to free the embassy,
By Kharkov’s workers made,
An orphan wanders homeless here his mother’s gun to trade.
Saigon
1974