A Dead Boche Poem by Robert Graves

A Dead Boche

Rating: 2.8

To you who'd read my songs of War
And only hear of blood and fame,
I'll say (you've heard it said before)
"War's Hell! " and if you doubt the same,
Today I found in Mametz Wood
A certain cure for lust of blood:

Where, propped against a shattered trunk,
In a great mess of things unclean,
Sat a dead Boche; he scowled and stunk
With clothes and face a sodden green,
Big-bellied, spectacled, crop-haired,
Dribbling black blood from nose and beard.

olu Ogunyale 13 September 2015

Boche = German soldier

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Edward Kofi Louis 01 March 2017

Songs of war! ! Destroying the earth. Thanks for sharing.

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Lantz Pierre 01 March 2017

Mother truckin' horror. War is real people killing real people. Look into the face of your dead, decaying, bloating enemy. That could just as well be you. This poem pulls the veil back. The moral victory is for those who don't fight and kill.

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Rajnish Manga 01 March 2017

This poem brings to fore the horrors of war that makes an appeal to end all kinds of bloodshed and indiscriminate killing of people anywhere in the world. Thanks, Robert.

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Gabriel 22 February 2022

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Leo 07 December 2021

Hey Kids! Time for lesson

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