War Poetry - 2005
A young man listens to the screaming of his comrades
As he is sitting as limply as a rag doll in the muddy trenches
Behind him is an explosion and he screams out in tortured agony
His body is one of the many left in the war field surrounded by bombshells.
They all go for the glory
But is this all so?
For as many that leave
Twice as many don't ever return
As the bombs explode and bullets zap across the bloodied field
Cries of anguish arr heard, as young soldiers dis gallant deaths.
And aound the muddy trenches bodies litter the ground,
As all who would...