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World War one
Contributed by
ShantelTobin
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Monday, 15th April 2013 @ 01:52:46 PM in AEST
Topic:
war
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1914 when the war hit us first
this war was so bad could we ever see worst
Soldiers were in great demand for world war one
so wifes lost their husband and mothers, their sons
Little to no training involved,
if mess up they would, with a bullet theyd be mauled
lines of men were tossed each a gun,
if shot at they got they were told to run.
These men had come living most arnt leaving the same,
either limbless, diseased or gone insane
How hard would it be to watch your own friend lie their half living awaiting the end, or sitting at home to a knock on your door to here that your kin is breathing no more.
They ran to the battlefeilds most dropping dead.
the last moment of fear before shot in the head,
laying their pretending you were sitting at home
when in reality your laying their dying alone
your painfully dying with a chest full of lead,
This battle feild is your final bed.
how bout your wife your sister or mom
they wonder if you made through the battle of somme
maybe you didnt even make it that far
your just a rotted corpse full of scars
Now your living conrads all answer the call
the wounded, insane the armless them all
How many men awaited your name
and when you didnt answer they looked down in shame
Or maybe you made it back to your team
familliar uniforms the, same stitch in the seam
Off of the feild out of the blood ridden rain
sit in that bunker oh half gone insane
The scent off the war with the bodys decaying,
Out on that feild they died where their laying
A bullet, Grenade or even a knife
Oh such a way to leave your own life
The kids who snuck all the way to war,
crying at the sight of first degree gore
They try and they try,
and they die and they die,
Why did come here?
the blank stares and the fear
when their lifes at great risk
they can only stay there and wish
That they never got deported,
on that boat that they boarded
With the heat of the battle and stench of the trench
Sitting or standing with sweat you were drenched
in your hand a canteen in the other a gun,
your legs muscle memory was instantly run,
When out in the war there was no past or future
Your mind never strayed from the enemy shooter
nothing was certain but falling apart
out on that feild so far from the start
conrads half breathing
humans losing the meaning
of considering others
then to your right drops another
Bullet storms pelt
numb bodys still felt
You not only lost your life on that feild
You lost your pride
With out a sheild
~Shantel Tobin
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ShantelTobin
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Re: World War one
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by Lenny on
Thursday, 18th April 2013 @ 05:14:46 PM AEST
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