A Yorkshire Poet Poet Dramatic Verse

This Is a Gun

This is a gun.
You aim it, squeeze the trigger, job done.
Move on to the next one.

This is a man.
He doesn't hate you or your land.
He cries at night because he's afraid.

This is a field.
This is where you'll kill.
The gun, the man, the reason?

This is a war.
This is human life but not like before.
Your smiling eyes will die to cries either way the battle unfolds.

This is hell.
Noise, pain, fear, tears, thunder, blood, bullets, screaming, crying, dying, dying, dying…

This is hell…

This is hell.

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