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