Jaya Jaspal


The War Game - Poem by Jaya Jaspal

Marching into town they came,
Bringing fear, dread
Snatching fathers, brothers, sons,
Never to be seen again

Red, blood and sacrifice,
The colour of despair,
Robbing fathers, brothers, sons,
Desperately sorrowful tears

Gunshots screech,
They slice through air,
Stealing fathers, brothers, sons,
Young lads, it isn’t fair

Wives at home,
They yearned, links broke,
Seizing fathers, brothers, sons,
Invisible behind smoke

Mud, illness and cold,
Only three words they knew,
Abducting fathers, brothers, sons,
Away their souls flew

Luring them into the game,
‘Your Country Needs You, ’ they said,
Commandeering fathers, brothers, sons,
Disguising what lay ahead.


Comments about The War Game by Jaya Jaspal

  • Veteran Poet - 1,194 Points Richard Provencher (8/25/2014 7:33:00 PM)

    The author depicts the horror of war. (Report) Reply

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,194 Points Richard Provencher (8/25/2014 7:31:00 PM)

    I thought the poem depicted the futility of war rather well. Perhaps there should be a local inserted somewhere, or the author wished to portray the inner meaning of all wars where soldiers are abducted into violence against their will. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 8, 2014

Poem Edited: Monday, March 10, 2014


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