Ww2 Poem
Look back on the war
All that corruption
Caused by a world,
A world of destruction
All the men
Who gave their lives
And left their home
Their families, their wives
Hear the guns
Trilling out death
And through their helmets
All smell is their breath.
Into the muddy trenches again
Their retreat, their haven
With rats running over the dead
And flying over head is a lone raven
At the crack of dawn
The brave soldier awake
To the cry of guns
Enemies collecting every life they can take
They are everywhere
All their spies
Your friends, your neighbours
With evil in their eyes
Watch your mouth
Watch your back
If you do
You’ll remain intact
No real funeral
Only a shallow grave
On the battlefield
For one so brave
And what of the families
They left behind
To do good
For all mankind
Eventually we won the war
But at what cost?
For now we wear a poppy
To signify the ones we lost.
Copyright © Joanne Taylor | Year Posted 2010
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