Lone Man's Cry

Lone Man's Cry

A Poem by C.F
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A man at war observes how inhumane it truly is.

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The guns sound

The wind howls

"They are advancing!

Push back!"

Is what lieutenant yells 

Men peep from the trench

Shooting out mindless blows

I shot a man a brain became a hole

A machine gun in a foxhole

Came out shredding men apart

Out came their hearts

O, where is the soul

When an enemy man departs

He played a role, in a family

He had goals, he cared happily

Never thought of revolt

never thought of killing a man's family

Never thought of giving out shots

Never was that a want

Shooting men lazily

Starving until his vision became hazy 

A soldier asked, "What calamity have we committed?"

I said, "What didn't we?"

Another man falls through my iron sights

His chest punched in 

The war has gone on and on,

Our uniform is just for show

But the people shouldn't know

Then tanks start roaring like lions

Shooting and showing their yellow lights

Men blown apart entirely 

A half there then another here

Men in the trench cried quietly 

Some men rushing us screamed out fight me

Waves of bullets, waves of men

The trees fall, the dirt piles

It rained and men fall

Dead or not, you'll fall on someone who is

The meat grinder

Where the system cares so little

It sent men with fiddles

Bang, bang

Men fall 

Till one stood

The cry left misunderstood,

The cry to end was left for good

No man's land kept the name

Till a man stood and stared with gouged eyes

We simply stood

Men aimed but never shoot

Their bravery cured

And Understood

He was man

And stood for his country

Bravey wasn't cured

It was inhumanity

He sought our deaths 

Such intense hate 

He stumbled to us,

Eyes gone

An arm fallen

A limp in the step

He raised an arm

And let the grenade fly

© 2023 C.F


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Added on August 3, 2023
Last Updated on August 3, 2023
Tags: war, strength, depressing

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C.F
C.F

Los Angeles, CA



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