The crowd restless, the day calm, the rockets waiting.
No signal, no warning, explosion only,
then the flames.
Bonfire burning, to burn the soldiers straining,
out of the vehicle, warlike no longer.
Masses jeering, gunmen firing.
Insurgents, patriots - take your pick.
Tommy follows Tommy burning like a guy;
Scrambling , leaping, running, rolling, hiding where?
With no defence.
BushBlair sit in planning meeting
Send them here, and here, and there.
Will they die? Question pondered briefly,
"War is war" they chime and leave
for banquet, champagne and spurious peace.
They blame the generals, other people,
but scarce look back.
They did for them all with their plan of attack.
Final lines suggested by "The General," Siegfried Sassoon
| BushBlair can be blamed, ok. But what about the soldiers themselves? Did they have a choice? They simply don't know any better? Just true patriots at their motherland's call? I'm simply wondering about what goes on in the minds of the soldiers as they are fightingg.... besides staying alive.||| Posted on 2007-02-27 00:00:00 | by einjun | [ Reply to This ] || this is very well written, and it also sheds a good light on war, i too share the same ideals as you on this subject. oh and thanks for commenting on my other poem. if youre interested, check out some of my political pieces, i think youll notice the similarities in our opinions. i have many so a few that i would suggest reading are THE GOVERNMENT LOVES YOU and ADVOCATORS OF ANNIHILATION. thanks|
|| Posted on 2006-10-18 00:00:00 | by kase | [ Reply to This ] |