Poem -

For My Home

For My Home

Gas cans drop,
Breathing starts to stop.
Bullets whistled through the sky,
Heroes dropped like flies.
Children listen to theirΒ mother's lie,
"Daddy will be fine."
Meanwhile, trenches fill with gas,
As soldiers take the breath they know is there last.
It's a sin to retreat,
Yet you were a disappointmentΒ if beat.
Make sure you show respect and salute,
But take no prisoners and shoot.
They shouted, "We can never be wrong!"
They screamed, "The Germans have lived too long!"
I think you'll agree with me,
Or at least, you'll try to see.
They all thought they were doing what was right,
Running into the fight.
But everything must come to an end,
That was clear from the telegrams that were sent.
From young men, with a gun to wield,
To a silent poppy field.

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D'angelo Porter

It is incredibly upsetting. In my eyes, I see no point in it. Thank you for taking the time to check out my poem, I appreciate the complement poetess!Β 

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Mitsali Fatima

Crafted brilliantly! Well done.
War is just so meaningless :(
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FRANTIC FREE-VERSER

from young men with a gun to wield,to a silent poppy field.
Great line.

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