smiling young faces
sixteen summers seen
lives full of promise
now eager to please
"just turned eighteen sir"
earns infantry green
runaway schoolboy
for country and king
rifles and bayonets
shell holes and mud
barbed wire and trenches
young brothers of blood
landscape of corpses
the shells tear apart
counting lost friendships
fear in his heart
springtime in Wiltshire
blackbird sings to the night
staring at heavens
prays he's alright
clutching a letter
from runaway son
somewhere in Belgium
he longs for his mom
fields full of gravestones
all races and creeds
sacrificed lifes, now
planted like seeds
"your country needs you"
each nation took heed
and died on the wire
that we may be free
november morning
two thousand eighteen
a hundred years mourned
on the old village green
names carved in granite
their faces unseen
lest we ever forget them
or that bloody regime
all war is obscene
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This Sunday will bring us all once again to turn our thoughts to those who lost their lives in WW1 and other conflicts. And rightfully, respectfully we do so. I expect Sunday will also see many poetic tributes on MPS. I chose to publish mine early so that we all may, on this one hundredth anniversary, be mindful of the great loss, suffering, and hopefully lessons gleaned - for more than just a few hours of one day.
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Powefull words. The more we think about the sacrifice and what war really means the better.
Respect to all who have have served and those that currently serve.
Yes da ALL war is obscene.
A noble tribute
A fine write and tribute dusk.
This is a really well written and powerful tribute, dusk! Thanks for sharing!
Having served i feel these words as they roll down my cheek your form nearly perfect, your words oh so sleek. they bring back a time when Death stood by my side, no need to run nowhere to hide. but life is quite funny as to serve I was proud, as millions cry FREEDOM without words yet so loud.
wonderful piece I was truly moved and humbled. Mugs...
this is an excellent tribute to all those who made the supreme sacrifice and of course all those who were prepared to do so, but were able to return.... N
This is fantastic... I really felt the words and hope this is a published poem as it really should be!
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