Bullets Bounce Off Poem by felix paintwhenpainted

Deep dark shoveled trench
bleeding limbs hang off a carved out bench
a hoarse voice screams another order
another wave climbs up to be fodder

rifle strapped to a bayonet
leather boots running through muddy wet

no other sound but running boot
nobody wants to be the one who starts to shoot

too loud an order is shouted
everyone realises they are about to be routed

the moon comes out, reveals a field of barbed wire
reveals the tin hats running and now there is fire

the lone gunman crawls forward on his chest
those who remain standing are shot through their family crest

neat inspected uniform sliding through wet ground
as others are blistered, blown and bludgeoned all around

in the semi-dark people shoot and hunker
but all bullets shot bounce of the brittle bunker

the hard headed hundreds fire futily
all believing hey are fighting beautifully
on each bullet is written a million screaming words
but with one bounce all are lost to time like ancient kings and lords

so the battle unfolds
and the soldiers all grow slowly old
each fighting their own personal battle
bullets bouncing harmlessly off the established like background prattle

each seeking to make their own personal changes
but all that does is trends and warring phases