Adam Latham

Rookie - 56 Points (21st May 1976 / Stoke-on-Trent)

The Toll - Poem by Adam Latham

The fighting has stopped now,
No one left.
Like a bell the trenches ring out their dead,
The morbid chimes of war
Never ceasing.
Never ceasing.

Smoke clears,
Twisted men line the front
Heap upon heap upon heap,
The enemy's gone
But of glory there is none.

The guns fall silent
But at what cost?
A high price paid for peace,
Everyone lost,
Everyone lost.

Topic(s) of this poem: war

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 30, 2014

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