Treasure Island

Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

A Passing Grade?


Just a boy
In a soldier suit
We taught him
Discipline
We taught him
How to kill
We taught him
How to survive

Well disciplined
He passed the killing test
If here today
Would he believe
Two out of three
A passing grade?

Submitted: Thursday, September 22, 2011
Edited: Thursday, September 22, 2011

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  • Luis Estable (9/22/2011 12:55:00 AM)

    This has the inclinaition of saying at the end that many young or just almost boys are sent to war today; trained to kill when they are so to speak still children by the definition of the word child.

    The start of the poem is good in spite of the economical language and nothing that stands out is an explicit or powerful word, though the weight of what you say is there in the lines of the poem.

    Take care now! (Report) Reply

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