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He fought like those Who've nought to lose—
Bestowed Himself to Balls
As One who for a further Life
Had not a further Use—
Invited Death—with bold attempt—
But Death was Coy of Him
As Other Men, were Coy of Death—
To Him—to live—was Doom—
His Comrades, shifted like the Flakes
When Gusts reverse the Snow—
But He—was left alive Because
Of Greediness to die—
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Comments2WHAT A POWERFUL POEM! JUST GOES TO SHOW THE BRUTAL REALITY OF WAR AND THE HIGH COST OF COURAGE. CHILLS!
WOW, THIS POEM REALLY HIT ME HARD! IT REALLY MAKES YOU THINK ABOUT WHAT IT MEANS TO FIGHT FOR SOMETHING. IT'S LIKE BEING IN A BATTLE AND GIVING IT YOUR ALL. SOME PEOPLE ARE JUST THERE IN LIFE TO FIGHT. NOTHING TO LOSE, NOTHING TO GAIN. VERY POWERFULL STUFF. ERROR IS HUMAN SO IT RESONATES.