A World War One Poem

Untitled poem

We sit here, cold, hungry,
Forgotten are all life’s charms,
Then, at long last, comes that call,
The dreaded yet long awaited call to arms

So, upon the whistle’s shriek,
We climb, like puppets, unwilling, yet still,
We go over onto the dreaded field,
Of mud and death, awaiting the kill.

Now we walk, organised, for now,
Then the rattle of guns rings out across the land,
Chaos, blood, death,
We fall, like grains of sand,

Finally, quiet descends upon the battlefield,
And now we may drift back to our rest,
All around us bodies of friends, colleagues,
Finally, their minds are at rest.

My friends, if anyone should say to you,
"Go fight, Fight for your country!"
Then tell them this,
War's worse than you may think.

Author's Note

A few reviews from Booksie: "Wow! Amazing! This should be in a movie!! Great job! Rock On, Alice"
"I think this is reminiscent of Dulce et decorum est similar story and feel, very well written I like it"
"this should be at the beginning of movies or wteva, like Band of Brothers"
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Reviews

[Kris]

I like the way you used storytelling and imagery. Good job!

[~Mariposa Una Lila~]

oh see...i like what Nancy Shrader said about this poem as well....
i belive if a woman were president..there would be no war...x0x0x0x0

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Very well written. War brings about the end of dreams.

[Jason]

I love the style in which you wrote this poem. And it's message is one that speaks wonders. War is never a good thing in my opinion. I mean, it can serve it's purpose, especially if we are to defend ourselves....but there is always blood shed. Very touchy subject too, I might add. Which I will always give you kudos on....especially when you create such a great story to go along with. You really poured your emotion into this work of art, and it shows. It is a delightful poem, which I have enjoyed very much. Thank you so much for sharing.

[Salvatore Buttaci]

Unfortunately though, for now war is all we have.