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Mud and Blood

Poetry By: unoticedchloeeee

a poem i had to do for a history assesment its about the horrors of world war one so let me know what you think and if i have captured the feelings of a soilder enduring the horrors of war

Submitted:Jun 30, 2011    Reads: 58    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

Dark red mud, drowing souls, shrieks of dead men dying alone, Deathly gases swallow them whole, bodies of soilders fallen below. Down to the darkest pits of hell where the devil's dance and exulant dispel.

Unclouded laughter, joyfull cheer, memories stolen and heart felt years. Deepend clouds of black now red, my steps my breath drown in with the dead.

Untold boundaries of endless war, violence and misery, i shan't take much more, honour and pride is that all there is to life a life of man made sin ?.

Suffering and pain is just a mask, a darkness that is hear to last, do we have to die this way when dreams will last in peace and play.

Another heart torn in two, a family that we all will lose, How can you live ? and live to fight, when your life ahead is far from bright.

Then will your memories be sure to retain, a life of fighting and unbearable pain, will a hero last in surviours mind, when your body is left and rememberance shrine.

Death i fear will soon be neigh but I live to fight another day.

By Chloe John :)


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