Justin Gildow

Rookie - 72 Points (3-26-81 / Washington, PA)

P.O.W. (Prisoners Of War) - Poem by Justin Gildow

Locked up in a cell
The prisoners of war light the fuse to the dynamite
The door is blasted off the hinges
The prisoners of war escape through the opening where the door was

Enemy soldiers, one by one, are notified
And one by one
They try to take down the prisoners of war

War isn't pretty
War is hell

The enemy soldiers break out the guns and knives
Ready to take the prisoners of war down
But the prisoners of war do a wonderful job of fighting and staying alive
More enemy soldiers are dispatched
Some climb down or dropp off ladders
Some flip and somersault
Some continue walking and running on the ground

After dispatching the enemy soldiers
The prisoners of war climb the ladder
To where they can plan their escape
To where they can make their escape
To where they can escape in a helicopter
Leaving the life of war far behind

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 13, 2008

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