Hear the siren
In the distance
Grown men
Shudder and cry
Incoming from
All sides
Wipe those tears
From your eyes.
Because you are
The reluctant soldier
Sent a letter
To go out and die
Leave your home
Your job and family
Raise the flag
And say goodbye.
To become a number
Figures on a map
Moved around a table
Generals are sat
The office types letters home
So sorry for your loss
Always died a hero
Shall never be forgot.
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nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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A powerful poem that holds so much meaning of how little meaning the individual has to those in power. Those last words ring hollow "shall never be forgot" how soon we do forget and history is repeated. Very nicely written and a fave
thanking you my friend, yes history repeats itself sadly, much appreciated read
You are very welcome Norman
Perhaps WW1 (as in the trenches) will not be repeated; greater sophistication means more civilian casualties in exchange.
that is true my friend, thanks for read much appreciated
Thoroughly enjoyed read🙏🕊️
thanks my friend, much appreciated
A fine write N.
We're reluctant to wait at this bus stop much longer. You given up and gone back home?! lol.
decided to live at bus stop and probably see out my days here lol
Brilliant write
Reminds me of a song by the jam
" little boy soldiers "
Anything on that level I gotta favour
most kind, thanks and appreciation friend
Brilliant Norman 👏 👏 👏
- Syd 🍄
most kind, thanking you, always much appreciated
Norman, this speaks to me. I’ve always been drawn to poems that remember the person beneath the uniform, and that’s exactly what this does. It never loses sight of the family, the sacrifice, and the humanity at the center of it all. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
very kind, thanks and appreciation my friend
They give you a number, then you become a number, then you become a statistic.
You can see why British kids say, no thankyou.
true words, thanking you for read always much appreciated friend
Hellya
thanks for read, always much appreciated
Our hearts are with those who sacrifice their very lives for what they believe in! This is a beautifully written piece!
most kind, thanking you always much appreciated
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