One Hundred

I originally started writing about my football team. I was writing in a way where the football game was a battle, between offense and defense, and the players were warriors. Somehow though, it turned

One Hundred

A hundred warriors,

Under a fallen sky.

No explanation,

No reason to die.

The pointless war.

The useless fights.

Bullets send them to the light.

 

One hundred caskets.

One hundred flags.

Is this the prize?

One hundred reasons to lie?

They fought for freedom.

They fought for rights.

Wrong.

They fought only to die.

 

The parent’s tears.

The sibling’s fright.

They never got to say,

Goodbye.

I love you.

Come back,

Alive.

Gone forever.

With the last of day’s light. 

Author's Note

I take any kind of criticism.

Reviews

[Katherine S.]

I love this poem, it's written wonderfully. I think many people feel the same way about war, I know I do.

[wordwarrior]

It's a very sad poem with excellent imagery. Reminds me of those who go to war and don't expect to come back.
Great read!

[Jack]

I liked it. You're in my class which is kinda cool too

[Em Webster]

I really like the "They fought only to die" line. Tragically beautiful.

[Ali Diehl]

That was extremely well written and it did a great job really pulling me in and making me feel the emotions that were being expressed. I really liked it.