Scrap Heap. Poem by J.A McManus

Scrap Heap.

Rating: 5.0


War how can it be justified
Think of all the babies that have cried
As they witness their parents death
Choking on tears, robbing them of breath.

War is not brave or constructive
Only desperate and destructive
Imagine shooting someone’s son
To me that does not seem much like fun.

Soldiers march to the lion’s den
They leave as young boys and come back men
They don’t know what they’re fighting for
Is it for oil in the desert’s core?

Trying to save democracy
Go on, believe the hypocrisy
But when your shot and flown back home
Just wait and see how much care you’re shown.

You’ll probably be left for dead
Wounded within your hospital bed
Feeling broken, betrayed and cheap
Another soldier on the scrap heap.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James S Newcomb Lang 13 January 2010

A soldiers lot is duty, it is only when you come home you realise that no one really cares. Nice piece.

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Alf Hutchison 11 November 2009

John I fought in the Rhodesian/Zimbabwe war and you are so right.... for what... to let a tyrant like Robert Mugabe kill the people... Regards Alf

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Strong passionate poem John with a great flow, with rhyme as well! I found it easy to read and you evoked the futility of war to the reader. Well done! 10 love Karin

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J.A McManus

J.A McManus

Carlisle, Cumbria
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