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[title] => Lost In The Poppy Fields
[time] => 2014-11-08 05:29:52
[hometext] => Memories of the first world war and the many who lost their lives. May this carnage never happen again.
[bodytext] => Captain said we were ready, brave souls on the precipice of history Eyes set firm on the earth rim of no man's land ready for beyond Silent all with thumping, fearful heart, pawns in a game designed by madmen Each of us whispering prayers that this day would not end without us Our duty confined us here, in rat infested tunnels, bloodwashed and sangbagged This death ridden hole where the smoke of war clouds out the brightest stars And the boom of distant gun tears out any tranquil thoughts and peaceful dreams Leaving only mudspattered remains of broken men, to be set upon by vengeant bullets We started over, up the ladder into bright condemning morning sunshine Friends, husbands, brothers, walked forward scanning for the mist ghosts The collective objective to drive out the enemy from every dug out alleyway Yet the singular desire not to fall to the shrill shriek of a snipers round Rifles at the slope, across the chest and pointing to the radiant sky We moved en masse, with instilled arrogance to the unseen enemy Bayonets glistening we took the main stage, 5 yards apart to a man as commanded A line of lambs, a team of lions, whichever history would decide One by one we fell, some with luck and the kindness of a swift death While others screamed the agony of bleeding savaged limbs Slaughter weaving through the smoke, scything from the ranks, vehement as the storm Mocking our advance, swept aside like Autumn leaves on cold October morn. Those of us returned tell of hell among the mudpools and comrades bathed in blood Respect must go to the devil, the fools he made across both sides of a battleground Under darkened skies last breath was given, valour scribed in journals to gather dust Graves that bear no name, friends together still, lost in the poppy fields. [comments] => 8 [counter] => 466 [topic] => 57 [informant] => puppy_dog_eyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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