Battles through the ages

 

02/03/2021

Battles through the ages

 

Instead of the ear splintering,

Sound of a bomb.

Or the hail of bullets, 

Raining horizontal like,

Zipping through the air.

Finding targets from hundreds of metres apart.

Sending drones into the sky,

Unleashing hellfire as its target burns.

It’s all a tad different,

Of older days.

No more do you hear the scrape of Iron upon Iron.

Or the bashing of each others shields,

Provoking the enemy,

To come and break your shield wall.

The spear thrusts through gaps,

Catching even the most wary,

Completely unaware.

As each are so close,

They can smell the stench from each others breath,

Or even the smell of bright red blood,

Sprayed upon their face.

The smell of their enemies guts insides,

As a blade is twisted,

Then removed,

And onto the next.

Grunting with each step,

Over their fallen comrades,

Making sure that none of their previous efforts,

Weren’t at all, 

 in any way vein.

Short blades,

Long blades,

Horse lancers as the knights came along.

Leading their bays with pride.

Metal from the horses armour,

Singing and jingling,

No matter how slow or fast it runs or walks.

Riding fearlessly into their enemies shields,

Just as spears Penetrate their beasts,

And both long and short swords,

Once again,

Do their deathly and deadly work.

The Romans used shields as a Penetrative wedged weapon.

Making a formation of a spear head,

And breaking most of their enemies columns.

Armour that weighs them down,

Never really changed over the years,

As the kit they carry today is still a burden,

Just better and not uncomfortable and cold like metal.

Although they have full metal jackets Nowadays.

 strategic battle plans,

Have been a part of battle,

Throughout the age of time.

Even in the 1800s when in line or column,

Horses charging at musket fire,

Slicing down with their chivalrous cold and sharpened steel.

Moving as one,

Step by step,

Forward or backwards,

Whether winning or losing.

Still though,

Blood soaked battlefields,

And remnants of humans blown apart.

Burning flesh,

Like that of a suckling pig,

As the smell of cooked ‘meat’,

Fills the pungent and harsh,

 smoke ridden air.

Even today,

Body fragments scattered all over the place,

From a bomb made by terrorists,

To fill the air,

 with an acrid,

Skin bubbling kind of scent.

 

We have tanks,

Planes and drones,

Scorching and burning the earth with their deadly imprint.

Sending missiles from hundreds of miles,

Or at least the codes to omit them.

This is modern day siege warfare.

They had seige engines from back before jesus' term.

Romans using oneagers,

Catapults and cranking back the arm,

Of a ballista,

Bolt throwers Sending a massive spear head home.

Singers and archers,

Battering rams too.

Siege towers to clamber over the enemies palisades or outer walls. 

The Trojans used a giant wooden horse, 

As a present,

But with troops inside.

To creep up on the towns garrison,

And start a bloodbath,

 full of the smell of iron.

 

Throughout all the ages,

War has always been there.

Blood,

Guts and glory.

Never world peace,

When,

Continuously,

We have always been,

Since the start of mankind,

a world at war!

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