Life to his Kind was a Game of Chance

Life to his Kind was a Game of Chance

A Poem by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
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Story of my granduncle who faught in WWI & WWII, possibly against his own sons in the latter!!!

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Adventures sake
Brought the young sons of Erin
Into uniform

Thoughts of great glory
Among shot and shell in hell
Of the battlefield

To return to home
To kisses of loved ones
And relieved mothers

As hero's of old
Of whom they heard as children
At their mothers knee.

It was not to be
So many fell wounded and dead
The latter lucky.

A few unscathed bar
A shrapnel wound to the leg
A bootload of blood.

Some found love and lust
In Fruleins welcoming arms
Seduced by victors.

To fight yet again
Same side, a new uniform
Maybe faced their own sons.

Their own flesh and blood
Under enemies high flag
As Germans were raised.

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Hiding maybe the fact
That their fathers they were from
The enemies side

And as proud Aryan
Uniform they wore and fought
For land and for blood.

Germanys honour
Faith, Fuher and flag, they stood
Listened to Hitler

Hiding the fact that
No German were they but were
Half one of the Gael

And with weapons they faced
The fire of the enemy
One who was father

But father does not
Matter to such men of arms
Who fight for Fuher

Sometimes I
I think of those two young boys
Raised by grandparents

In a Rhine banks shop
Their mother who died in birth
So the boys could live

To hold guns to fight
And to face their own father
On a field of battle.

Strange... such it is life
Its twists and its turns weave odd
Patterns in lives.

© 2009 Tomás Ó Cárthaigh



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Wow! Impressive! I thought it was very compelling, and the way you split the poem into two was very effective.

But - [there's always a but, isn't there?]
I think the word 'uniform' was over used a little... it distracted me from the meaning of the poem.

I thought the ending was superb though! Very emotional.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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i could see and feel this poem...it covers a lot of ground.
Very fine.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was a very good piece and I enjoyed reading it. It is always good to recognize those who fight for their country. :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This was absolutely brilliant it was like living a past time taking the reader on a journey when times were severely harsh and only the fittest survived,today people have never had it so good and they have sacked their faith,the only god they believe in is in the god of materialism,self infatuation and self preservation have taken hold and now the slow death of wesernisation will come back to haunt these spoilt and mollycoddled folk in their nanny state of do this and do that self protection and freedoms which our fathers fought for are now available to all comers our land has never been less free,the new dictatorships are the media and big buisness yet they might as well wear millitary uniform.Well done on a suberb write i loved the authenticity and unique style of your writing.Eileen

Posted 7 Years Ago


Wow! Impressive! I thought it was very compelling, and the way you split the poem into two was very effective.

But - [there's always a but, isn't there?]
I think the word 'uniform' was over used a little... it distracted me from the meaning of the poem.

I thought the ending was superb though! Very emotional.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Tomás Ó Cárthaigh

Renmore, Galway, Ireland, An Roinne Mór, Gallaimh, Eire, Ireland



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