1945

1945

A Poem by Sherratt133

Your careless leader sent you 
And a thousand others out to die
You've been shipped out barely trained.
You smell death in the air, your end is nigh.
What's the use in fighting 
When your ignorant god has left you.
Shells raining down like hellfire, 
Only corpses in your field of view.
Men fighting tooth and nail.
This is something so primal.
Noticing the corpse littered floor.
There's low chance of survival.
I can feel my heartbeat in my flesh.
Thumping with the power of fifty drums.
With a loaded Enfield in my hands.
These b******s won't live to father sons.
A brother in arms frozen in primal fear
Perforated with bullets, killed like an animal.
We were told this was the final push.
Now that we'd pushed the riech back to the capital.
Running through bulletstorms and minefields,
Meandering through thick mud and slurry.
The battle of Berlin, war coming to a close.
Pushing the jerrys back. Time becoming blurry.
Men fighting tooth and nail.
This is something so primal.
Noticing the corpse littered floor.
There's low chance of survival.
I can feel my heartbeat in my flesh.
Thumping with the power of fifty drums.
With a loaded Enfield in my hands.
These b******s won't live to father sons.

© 2012 Sherratt133


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Sherratt133
Sherratt133

Peterborough, Cambs, United Kingdom



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18 going on 80. Thanatophobia is not fun, believe me. Amateur songwriter. Guitarist. Amateur Recording Engineer. My lyrics take quite dark subject matter. Especially more recently, given my .. more..

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