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Sorry Kerrang but i was inspired also to write a war poem, here it is.
The sound of the mortars fills me with horror
I know I must be swift if I am to survive
But I am frozen to the spot
My chest feels as if caught in a vice grip
I can’t breathe.
The gas fills the trench
We fumble with our masks in such frenzy
Seconds feel like hours...
Like mermaids in a sea of green fog
We plunge around, disorientated
The fog clears
I see men lying on the muddy ground
Their faces writhing as they splutter
They are surrounded with air, yet they can draw no breath
Their quest for glory has ended
Two sides locked in conflict
Like Red Deer with locked antlers
Neither side giving an inch
Failure is not an option
Will the war never end?
We trade T**-for-tat hits
A deadly game of charades
The shells dance around the trench
Oblivious to the hurt they cause
But they are a tool, only an instrument used by the enemy
It is they who cause the suffering
The frostbite is bad now
Men cannot hold their rifles
Like a spider without its web we feel vulnerable
We are hungry, some men have taken their own lives
I am tortured by the image of the bodies
The smell of the decomposing corpses is rancid
But what are we to do?
There is no reprieve from the shelling
Men are falling
We are losing
I fear my death is near
Closer I hear the voices calling me to a peaceful existence
The enemy has spilt over the top
No mans land is anything but
There are so many, we are so few
The cold steel of the barrel is on my temple
I feel no pain, such a relief
My war is over
Hail Hitler...
The sound of the mortars fills me with horror
I know I must be swift if I am to survive
But I am frozen to the spot
My chest feels as if caught in a vice grip
I can’t breathe.
The gas fills the trench
We fumble with our masks in such frenzy
Seconds feel like hours...
Like mermaids in a sea of green fog
We plunge around, disorientated
The fog clears
I see men lying on the muddy ground
Their faces writhing as they splutter
They are surrounded with air, yet they can draw no breath
Their quest for glory has ended
Two sides locked in conflict
Like Red Deer with locked antlers
Neither side giving an inch
Failure is not an option
Will the war never end?
We trade T**-for-tat hits
A deadly game of charades
The shells dance around the trench
Oblivious to the hurt they cause
But they are a tool, only an instrument used by the enemy
It is they who cause the suffering
The frostbite is bad now
Men cannot hold their rifles
Like a spider without its web we feel vulnerable
We are hungry, some men have taken their own lives
I am tortured by the image of the bodies
The smell of the decomposing corpses is rancid
But what are we to do?
There is no reprieve from the shelling
Men are falling
We are losing
I fear my death is near
Closer I hear the voices calling me to a peaceful existence
The enemy has spilt over the top
No mans land is anything but
There are so many, we are so few
The cold steel of the barrel is on my temple
I feel no pain, such a relief
My war is over
Hail Hitler...
Nice poem :) Can you read my post titled 'the elephant man' please
Cheers :)
Cheers :)
Sorry Kerrang but i was inspired also to write a war poem, here it is.
The sound of the mortars fills me with horror
I know I must be swift if I am to survive
But I am frozen to the spot
My chest feels as if caught in a vice grip
I can’t breathe.
The gas fills the trench
We fumble with our masks in such frenzy
Seconds feel like hours...
Like mermaids in a sea of green fog
We plunge around, disorientated
The fog clears
I see men lying on the muddy ground
Their faces writhing as they splutter
They are surrounded with air, yet they can draw no breath
Their quest for glory has ended
Two sides locked in conflict
Like Red Deer with locked antlers
Neither side giving an inch
Failure is not an option
Will the war never end?
We trade T**-for-tat hits
A deadly game of charades
The shells dance around the trench
Oblivious to the hurt they cause
But they are a tool, only an instrument used by the enemy
It is they who cause the suffering
The frostbite is bad now
Men cannot hold their rifles
Like a spider without its web we feel vulnerable
We are hungry, some men have taken their own lives
I am tortured by the image of the bodies
The smell of the decomposing corpses is rancid
But what are we to do?
There is no reprieve from the shelling
Men are falling
We are losing
I fear my death is near
Closer I hear the voices calling me to a peaceful existence
The enemy has spilt over the top
No mans land is anything but
There are so many, we are so few
The cold steel of the barrel is on my temple
I feel no pain, such a relief
My war is over
Hail Hitler...
The sound of the mortars fills me with horror
I know I must be swift if I am to survive
But I am frozen to the spot
My chest feels as if caught in a vice grip
I can’t breathe.
The gas fills the trench
We fumble with our masks in such frenzy
Seconds feel like hours...
Like mermaids in a sea of green fog
We plunge around, disorientated
The fog clears
I see men lying on the muddy ground
Their faces writhing as they splutter
They are surrounded with air, yet they can draw no breath
Their quest for glory has ended
Two sides locked in conflict
Like Red Deer with locked antlers
Neither side giving an inch
Failure is not an option
Will the war never end?
We trade T**-for-tat hits
A deadly game of charades
The shells dance around the trench
Oblivious to the hurt they cause
But they are a tool, only an instrument used by the enemy
It is they who cause the suffering
The frostbite is bad now
Men cannot hold their rifles
Like a spider without its web we feel vulnerable
We are hungry, some men have taken their own lives
I am tortured by the image of the bodies
The smell of the decomposing corpses is rancid
But what are we to do?
There is no reprieve from the shelling
Men are falling
We are losing
I fear my death is near
Closer I hear the voices calling me to a peaceful existence
The enemy has spilt over the top
No mans land is anything but
There are so many, we are so few
The cold steel of the barrel is on my temple
I feel no pain, such a relief
My war is over
Hail Hitler...