War Poetry………...……Pages

Why does it happen? What is the point of war? It just kills people, Nothing more.

War is a monster, That never dies, An angry monster, That wrecks people’s lives.

With so many lives wasted What good can be done? It’s not a jolly game of football, No-one has won!

Bang after bang, Death after Death, No goals are scored, So what we have left?

Nothing but blood, Nothing but tears, Nothing but names on stones, That haunt the years.

10 I am the killer of many I am a sea of blood I am battlefields and trenches, I am hell from above. I lift leaders up, I kill the spirits of the common, I am in 15 places at once I make the economy hit rock bottom. I end the lives of soldiers, I make their loved ones cry. I speak in secret languages, While people ask me WHY?

I'm standing here alone, surrounded by people, kids humans, skin and bone but alas we’re all here to die I am standing here in silence it's so loud but so quiet I am showing my defiance frozen here in total silence

I was too late; I was too slow I watched the enemy come over the hill I wanted to act but I didn’t have the will stood there frozen, silent, still,

I wonder what drives our urge to kill?

As I recall those dark days so long past I vividly remember their pained expressions as they breathed their last All around us were trenches blacked Fires burning, our provisions lacked Inch by inch we covered ground Deathly silent as not to make a sound Smuggled ourselves past occupied land I saw the horror of war first-hand Behind enemy lines, I led our attack Straight from the woods and into their unsuspecting back We robbed them of their arms and ammo, then annexed their camp And took shelter in bunkers which were cold and damp Those men died in absolute despair That day there was no victory there.

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