The Great WarA Poem by DaphneWaist deep into the mud bracing for the charge, soon to come. Rifles in hand, helmets tightly strapped Across no man’s land, the enemy march In this battle, you too fell A lead fragment from a shell, astray pierced the lung, tore the heart The moment did not last. The fight went on, raging for time untold Yet your lifeless body laid frozen Human, it could be called no more Charred from the smoke, pale from the terror. A monument was built For you and all the others They did not care that you were killed. What for, did you really die? Family, honour, fatherland Public appeasement and petit lies. A piece of, now, barren land That was it, nothing more © 2021 Daphne |
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