A World War One Poem

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: War and Military  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem I've just done in English. I wrote it myself.

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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.

Submitted: March 15, 2009

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Wow! Amazing! This should be in a movie!! Great job!

Rock On,

Sun, March 15th, 2009 11:39pm


thanks a lot ;-)

Mon, March 16th, 2009 11:34am

Sophie McNamara

I think this is reminiscent of Dulce et decorum est similar story and feel, very well written I like it

Wed, March 18th, 2009 11:39pm


Thanks. It was supposed to be

Thu, March 19th, 2009 9:08am


this should be at the beginning of movies or wteva, like Band of Brothers

Sun, March 22nd, 2009 5:20pm


thanks a lot ;-)

Sun, March 22nd, 2009 10:59am

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