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by Gabriel Nov 19, 2013
Sadness, depression /
The good soldier scanned the hillside with gun pointing
ready to end the disappointing
He looked at them and saw that they had cold pale miserable faces,
probably from all of the committed disgraces
but he could still see himself in his enemies eyes
unlike most he could see that, no matter the guise
they were just like him; human
just another bunch of crewman
only pledged to a different ship
jumping head first naively into an unacknowledged hell
but after the first two months their hearts no longer swell
for after witnessing such atrocities
and committing such monstrosities
their pride just died
and if it didn't emotion was lost in it's stead
with corrosion being accepted
and madness embraced
the dead's bodies might eventually turn back into this beautifully claimed earth but their memories still live on
always taunting their conquerors no matter how long-gone
just like him; a bunch of fools signed up for a war that their government advertised
with an image of glory in mind being super-sized
after all everybody wants to be a star
Another fantastic poem, Well done.
by - Mr. Darcy
Well done, this a mature poem with much to say about warfare. Shocking but sadly true.
I will admit I had much bigger plans for this, it was going to be more of an epic tragedy one of these days I'll have to go back and finish it.
by David Amenger
Correct.A mission soon aborted.