Red Fiery Poet Narrative

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 March 11, 2016 at 12:34 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 March 11, 2016 at 8:48 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 December 24, 2011 at 6:01 PM your creation for the nation is to throw ink, not bombs, fantastic, as always.

Sidney Hall Mad Poet May 22, 2011 at 6:17 PM Bravo, I actually standing and clapping, I love it. MORE!!!

Linda-Marie Sweetheart May 21, 2011 at 8:44 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.

Matt Hunt May 20, 2011 at 4:12 PM Very good and true on so many levels. Thank you for your kind comments and reviews. I certainly appreciate them:) R.M.

Neha Sharma May 19, 2011 at 3:53 AM poets are like that only..nice one my friend..

Dr.Ram Mehta May 17, 2011 at 6:15 PM Full of humor and witty expressions, enjoyed it, Smriti

John Aaron Green May 17, 2011 at 5:17 PM so true and funny, thank you, never thought of a poet in the army before...lol..

Melvin Beckley May 17, 2011 at 12:38 PM Great men. Inshallah the sight of the gun frown me also, especially if i am to killed an enemy of my religion, perhaps race or language.