The Land of the Forgotten

A poem of a soldier, dead or alive, enemy or ally.

I came to fight a fight

that I honorably fought.

I took out my gun and loaded it.

I put on my uniform 

with exceeding pride.

I looked at my compatriots 

and wished them good luck.

I looked at my compatriots 

and wished them goodbye.

We prayed to our God

to lead the noble way.

We prayed to our God

to spare us our name.

We took our positions

and began walking towards

the land of the forgotten.

We began walking towards

the land of battalion.

Mighty war, we thought.

We will fight with courage and passion

Mighty war we thought.

It will bring us compassion.

It will bring us our freedom.

So slowly we walked

towards the land of the forgotten,

toward the land of battalion.

We positioned our weapons

ready for the attack.

We stood in infinite silence.

We stood in infinite impatience.

Soon we heard the dreaded noises

of our enemies gunfires.

Soon we heard the dreaded noises

of our compatriots' cries.

Our hearts started running.

Our hearts started stopping,

and soon we found out

we were at a disadvantage.

But, oh mighty God, we 

came to fight this war

for our good men's compassion.

But our good men's compassion,

we soon sadly realized,

had run low because 

our hearts were running,

our hearts were stopping.

Soon my compatriots 

laid on the ground,

their souls taken forever now.

And I found myself

pleading the lord to 

spare me my name,

And I found myself

pleading the lord to 

spare me a bit of heaven.

Author's Note

This was a poem inspired in a heartbeat and created in a rush. I read this article of a journalist who described how men died in war, both enemies and allies, and it caused my heart to flop with despair for them. The emotion was so raw that it inspired me to write this poem quickly before it went away. Don't forget to review. Thanks for reading!

Reviews

[BluesForTheRisingSun]

This was an excellent poem. The way in which you repeated the lines- it added a certain frantic, hopeless tone to the poem. Like there was only so much time left for these soldiers, and they had to get the poem out -the lines out- right then and there. Very, very good.

[Shalini Dinesh (Poet's ..]

a very patriotic poem, to fight a battle is something that needed to appreciated beyond words, very nice poem, keep writing..

[qaralynn]

wonderful write..

[Sunflower/Sara Kendrick]

This was very touching write..Very good work that is expressive and emotive..Keep the creative pen flowing..Sara

[Christina May Shanaberg]

To go into battle, feeling so patriotic, must pale when staring death in the face. War is about one thing death; even the survivors die a little! An excellent poem, because of its profound imagery and its just simply well written.

[melissa]

wow this is wonderful i loved it:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Poem is very good. No kind words for war. No victor in War. Hemingway told the truth when he said." Everyone involved in a war are criminals." I like the story and the ending. I believe if God is watching. he would not be content with man's decisions.
Coyote

[Michael X]

the inspiration behind your words is captivating and the flows really
brought the meaning to life. you did a great job, paying honor to the fallen
soldiors who sacrifice in combat, keep up the great work.

[Keleki]

ou captured the vision of this so well through your words. I really like the repeating verses reading it it felt so real love it! good job