Crimes

This is a peom from a dead soldiers perspective.

You sent me to war a million times 

No one has ever paid for these crimes 

You sent me to trenches dark and deep 

Then over the top, to my eternal sleep 

You sent me to fight on foreign soil 

You made me dig fox holes a terrible toil 

You sent me to die, knowing I could not win 

With uniform, rifle and helmet of tin

 Not only on land but in air and on sea 

Any place where you could send expendable me

 You war cry was loud, me I listened and fell 

Leaving my family thinking all would be well

 Me I looked forward to the victory parade 

Instead in the ground my dead body was laid 

In a far off country I lie unattended alone 

The only remembrance my name carved in stone

 Yet in your planning you knew this would happen to me 

Whilst you made your plans I was fodder you see

 When war it was over for you all the glory 

For me there was nothing but the death that was gory 

Yet every year they remember the ones who did fall 

You with your medals are still standing tall 

Though you sent me to war a million times 

You still all these years on have not paid for your crimes

Author's Note

I did not post this poem to belittle a soldier or anything like that . This poem is just from a soldiers perspective being left. I thank every soldier fighting for us!:-)

Reviews

[Curls]

This is very well-written. I don't read a lot of poems, but I like this one. It's different, because you've given a story (poetry of life) for a soldier. But I feel like this particular soldier is forced to be one, because (for me) a soldier should know his/er consequences and should find the glory and nobility in there. I still like this, because not all soldiers do that. Especially when they realize the situation they're in.. The mind can amount to deep and great things when suffering. :)

[Mskendra Renee]

Well i have some family members that are soldiers . They believe yes their actions are noble but i don't believe every man and woman joins the army just to fight for us. some go because of family's reason and at one point in time a person had to go if drafted. The soldier knows the risk of course but at his finally moment of death and after he is left in the cold ground . He realizes that hes a face in a crowed of soldiers who was unlucky and died.

[Mskendra Renee]

Thanks so much for reviewing my work. i'm experimenting in poetry:-)

[Curls]

Ohh. Thanks for filling me in on that one. :) This 'experiment of yours is amazing! :) keep on writing! x

[Mskendra Renee]

I will and thanks again :-)

[Marie]

I also thank every soldier who fought and died for us. I thnkk the government did our young men a gerad disservice.

[mattavelli]

I enjoyed it.
It as a nice rhyme and sends a clear message.

[Mskendra Renee]

Thank you very much !:-)

[Julie Grenness]

Greetings from Julie. For Valour! This is a great tribute, terrific verse. Well done, you are a versatile writer. Regards from Julie.

[Mskendra Renee]

thanks a lot Julie :-)