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The Poet Who Never Wanted To Join the Army

Gentlemen, I  beg  your  pardon

Hereby, considering  you  as my sole guardian

Don’t send me to the battle ground

The mere sight of the gun makes me frown!

I  am scared for not being prepared

My butt will get hurt and make an ugly sound

So dare not   send me to the battle ground!!

My  poetic   fingers  cannot  pull  the  stubborn  triggers!

The  enemy  will attack  , seeing  me  relaxed !

So  I  decide my fate before it is too late!

If  i  have  to  serve  the  nation

I  shall do  with my  creation

I   can  only  throw  an  ink

Not  a  bomb  as  you  think ..

  so  You  can  send  me  to  the  literary  agents

As  my  true  verses   can   earn  dollars and cents.

so  here  is  my  statement 

against  this  predicament !

the  sight  of  the  gun  will  make  me frown

don' t  send me  to  the  battle  ground !

 

 

 

  Authors note- for all those poets or dreamers who are unwilling to join the army !

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Paul Callus

Date: 3/11/2016 12:34:00 PM

I do not blame anyone for not being in favour of war; in the end even the 'winners' are losers! In your case, the pen is more powerful than the sword! Reminds me of the hippies' motto: Make love not war! #7 ~~ hugs // paul

Red Fiery
Date: 3/11/2016 8:48:00 PM

I remember this.. I was teaching about the counterculture... Once I said Make love not war... They all started looking at me.... Haha

John-Ovan.P. Hull

Date: 12/24/2011 6:01:00 PM

your creation for the nation is to throw ink, not bombs, fantastic, as always.

Sidney Hall Mad Poet

Date: 5/22/2011 6:17:00 PM

Bravo, I actually standing and clapping, I love it. MORE!!!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

Date: 5/21/2011 8:44:00 AM

My youngest son of five is in the Air Force serving in Libya at the moment with a tour in Iraq under his belt .. as a child he wrote poetry with one of my other sons too.. this poem is expressive and impressive.. thankxx for your very sweet comments on my poetry ..very appreicated Smriti.