When Your Country Asks You To Pay A Prize (Terzanelle) Poem by Gert Strydom

When Your Country Asks You To Pay A Prize (Terzanelle)



When your country asks you to pay a prize,
to gain the enemy's territory
some may have to pay with their demise

but as a man you are not free
and they send young men into the gates of hell
to gain the enemy's territory

while at home like kings they dwell
and they despise the tales of war not being glory
and they send young men into the gates of hell

and fighting is just a rotten old story
under the beating of canon and gun
and they despise the tales of war not being glory

to whatever lot may come; death may come to anyone
to go into the havoc that war brings
under the beating of canon and gun

they are careful not to express its true tidings.
When your country asks you to pay a prize,
to go into the havoc that war brings
some may have to pay with their demise.

Monday, September 26, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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