Ww1 Poems - Poems about Ww1

WW1 WISCONSIN FOLKS MEANING THE PRISN SYSTEM IS CONTROLLED BY CORRUPTION CROOKED COPS MEXICAN QUEEN PIN DEALERS WW1 MEANING GANGSTER DISCIPLES THE 1 REPRESNT CITY FOLKS THE PITCH FORK YOU CAN VISIT THE WALLS BEHIND BARS STILL COVERED WITH VOMIT BLOOD SHT AND PISS AS CORRUPTION FALSE ARREST FALSE ACCUSE FINALLY GIVE FALSIFIED STATEMENTS IN...

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A Hero’s Story She was an old lady an Aunt I remembered well Sitting chatting with my mother on the subjects they didn’t dwell Looking at her face and into her eyes I saw pain that could not be disguised She’d speak of her husband sometimes Who was dead those years ago her life spent alone so unkind He had answered the...

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How many sons have we lost How many demons have we found How many graves must we dig To make the ‘Fatherland’ proud (Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)...

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1908 Last day at school for me Some thirteen years Ive had And Im going to be a farm hand Just like me dear old Dad Here now its Mr Peters A silence falls over the class 'Registration' he says as he does every day I am Williams and always called last Boys first as always he starts, I know it off by heart, Abbot, Brown...

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How many more? How many more before this devil is fed? A hundred, a thousand, does he ever get enough? This existence is now becoming too much to bear I don’t know if life’s worth what’s happening out there Perhaps one day they’ll praise this as some honourable sacrifice Perhaps it’s nature’s way of thinning life? But so many boys now won’t...

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Explosions screamed Flame and fire roared Hell before my eyes My mind panicking to absorb Thunder cracked open the cruel sky Rain hits so hard Bullets fly Sensations flood through the mind Mud splattered up, blood in my eyes A mighty pain hits from behind Hit the ground hard Then I die A solemn quiet A familiar moon Stars light up the sky I feel then see movement...

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I am alive, I wonder what is next, I hear the fire, I see the enemy, I want to live, I am afraid, I pretend I'm not here, I feel the shaking of the ground, I touch the my muddy trench, I worry for the next attack, I cry in my sleep, I am done killing, I understand I must fight to the bitter end, I say the...

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World War 1 The Sergeant The rose cannot compete with the sweet smell of death, only her image can forgive. Laid upon the silence of another boys coffin, which hides this journey in life. Your shame will not bring him back. So win your war on kitchen table for old men know best, glory is for you who drink to them. Your lads are entrusted to...

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I felt his breath leave the battle field as bayonet pierced his heart. The surprise of death lay in his eyes his blood poured warmth upon my hands, anointing my soul with his. His flow of life will find the earth to merge with victims past and another ghost will follow me, shouting for my demise. This lowly man who took the shilling as Judas...

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WW1 and after bloody ww1 our returning boys, were bloody numb, to walk the roads, with a swag outback, to live on rabbit on the track, half crazed from bomb and gas attack, as crazy seen by some, old soldiers on their rum, when they could get em some, outback... re: Dave Williams excellent "The King's Shilling" Don Johnson World War One 1914-1918 WW2 Aussie soldiers, were five...

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