National Poetry Day

War Poet By Sidney Keys
I am the man who looked for peace and found 

My own eyes barbed. 

I am the man who groped for words and found 

An arrow in my hand.

I am the builder whose firm walls surround 

A slipping land. 

When I grow sick or mad 

Mock me not nor chain me;

When I reach for the wind 

Cast me not down

Though my face is a burnt book

And a wasted town.