I started this as a school assigment and then I got more and more into it. This is a really personal piece I did about war and what I think about all of it. Please enjoy.
Blood Covered Battlefields
Shots fired
exhausted and tired.
Soldiers march along
wondering between right and wrong.
With each bullet fired they try to dismiss
the idea that death actually exists.
Hope begins to die away
because from themselves they start to stray.
Nothing but lies and deceit
happiness becomes obsolete.
Battlefields covered with blood
soldiers bodies strewn through the mud.
While prisoners are killed for any misbehavior
the wounded crawl along praying for a savior.
The dead and the dying lay side by side
and yet no relief can anyone provide.
Hours ago gun fire raged up around
now dead bodies lay heaped in a mound.
One solider that was left, cries out
and with not a soul about
he utters in the darkness the bitter truth,
“In the end was it right to strike down the youth
because leaders of men could not agree
over people of a certain pedigree.
So off to a foreign they send us here to fight
and assure us we will make it back alright.
But in truth those who don’t die on the field
return home and are never truly healed.”
Blood Covered Battlefields
Shots fired
exhausted and tired.
Soldiers march along
wondering between right and wrong.
With each bullet fired they try to dismiss
the idea that death actually exists.
Hope begins to die away
because from themselves they start to stray.
Nothing but lies and deceit
happiness becomes obsolete.
Battlefields covered with blood
soldiers bodies strewn through the mud.
While prisoners are killed for any misbehavior
the wounded crawl along praying for a savior.
The dead and the dying lay side by side
and yet no relief can anyone provide.
Hours ago gun fire raged up around
now dead bodies lay heaped in a mound.
One solider that was left, cries out
and with not a soul about
he utters in the darkness the bitter truth,
“In the end was it right to strike down the youth
because leaders of men could not agree
over people of a certain pedigree.
So off to a foreign they send us here to fight
and assure us we will make it back alright.
But in truth those who don’t die on the field
return home and are never truly healed.”
1 comments:
Well done, Meg.
You capture the horror of war very succinctly. Good rhymes, consistent meter. You have a consistent voice throughout the poem and vivid imagery to reinforce your anti-war message.
Reminds me of Wilfred Owens' poems of World War I. He was a young man who wrote bitterly evocative poems from the trenches of France and Germany, and he eventually was killed in battle, which gives extra symbolic ooomph to his poems. They are highly structured poems, starkly contrasting the glorious war propaganda of the day with the horrific realities of trench warfare.
Check them out, especially "Dulce Et Decorum Est" and "Anthem for Doomed Youth."
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