by Gabriel   Nov 19, 2013

The good soldier scanned the hillside with gun pointing
ready to end the disappointing
he thought

He looked at them and saw that they had cold pale miserable faces,
probably from all of the committed disgraces
they brought

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
with pride

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
they are

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


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  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    Another fantastic poem, Well done.

  • 1 year ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Well done, this a mature poem with much to say about warfare. Shocking but sadly true.

    Take care,


    • 1 year ago

      by Gabriel

      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.

  • 4 years ago

    by David Amenger

    Correct.A mission soon aborted.