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Array ( [sid] => 106606 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => No Man's Land [time] => 2005-09-27 15:35:52 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Infiltrate the iron shield;
Bombard all the marked fields.
Advancing under torrential rain,
His strategy destines them to their graves.

Wading through swollen ravines,
bludgeon the enemy and remain unseen.
Encircle all the enemy lines,
Destroy all surrounding Rhines.

Soldier, soldier,
He ignores his command,
His comrade’s fallen in no man’s land;
Needs to save him, doubts that he can;
This may be his partner’s final stand;
Before he dies with someone’s blood on his hands.

It’s the line he has drawn,
To mark the end of your dawn.
Enter his point of no return,
Unsightly flesh begins to burn.
Dispense misery, only way to survive,
Mass extinction is the new way of life.
Spray these rounds of lead, I unleash;
No avail in your quest for peace.
Pungent agent will be dispersed;
Fertilize the Rhine to complete the purge.
Trudging through mud under crimson skies,
Standing before you the moment you die.
Watching you gasping for breath;
The second you surrender to your eventual death.
Continue to advance under torrential rain,
Assessment of unruly pain,
A strategy destined them to their graves.

Next phase to bring in all the mutilated men;
Now that their lives have be spent.
Their future’s now set in stone and spent alone,
Accepting the fact they’ll never return back home.
Lying there, uncaring if the enemies won;
Left to die, a prisoner like “Johnny got his gun”*

*A novel and movie by the same name, written and directed by Dalton Trumbo.
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No Man's Land

Contributed by gospel.apostle on Tuesday, 27th September 2005 @ 03:35:52 PM in AEST
Topic: war

Infiltrate the iron shield;
Bombard all the marked fields.
Advancing under torrential rain,
His strategy destines them to their graves.

Wading through swollen ravines,
bludgeon the enemy and remain unseen.
Encircle all the enemy lines,
Destroy all surrounding Rhines.

Soldier, soldier,
He ignores his command,
His comrade’s fallen in no man’s land;
Needs to save him, doubts that he can;
This may be his partner’s final stand;
Before he dies with someone’s blood on his hands.

It’s the line he has drawn,
To mark the end of your dawn.
Enter his point of no return,
Unsightly flesh begins to burn.
Dispense misery, only way to survive,
Mass extinction is the new way of life.
Spray these rounds of lead, I unleash;
No avail in your quest for peace.
Pungent agent will be dispersed;
Fertilize the Rhine to complete the purge.
Trudging through mud under crimson skies,
Standing before you the moment you die.
Watching you gasping for breath;
The second you surrender to your eventual death.
Continue to advance under torrential rain,
Assessment of unruly pain,
A strategy destined them to their graves.

Next phase to bring in all the mutilated men;
Now that their lives have be spent.
Their future’s now set in stone and spent alone,
Accepting the fact they’ll never return back home.
Lying there, uncaring if the enemies won;
Left to die, a prisoner like “Johnny got his gun”*

*A novel and movie by the same name, written and directed by Dalton Trumbo.

Copyright Â© gospel.apostle ... [ 2005-09-27 15:35:52]
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Re: No Man's Land (User Rating: 1 )
by toddy29 on Thursday, 29th September 2005 @ 08:58:48 PM AEST
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Very graphic deatils, but emotional. Keep up the good work!

Re: No Man's Land (User Rating: 1 )
by Harlequin on Saturday, 8th October 2005 @ 09:53:49 AM AEST
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Ecellent poem the theme was also excellent
good flow of words and rhyming scheme which did not seem forced

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