Youth's Blood.
Cut locks
fall floorward.
Cropped hair
soft lies.
Docked curls
chopped off.
So ends
young boys' lives.
Bent minds
plan glory.
War needs
cropped men.
Culled hearts
fight more.
Then youth's
blood spills again
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Nice metaphor Fay. Cropped men, indeed.
Thanks FAY ~ I love thin poems ~ lovely to recite ! The History of WW1 tells me that being BALD (or having a NUMBER ONE) was the preferred hairstyle in the trenches. There were of course (as far as I know) no females on either side. Thanks for caring ~ Yours B.
Thanks for posting this - great read and it reminds me I need a haircut.
high and tight for the fight. sad tale indeed
Very very good fay...
Elegant and stylish.
Very good write with a strong message.
A fine write. War is such a waste of time really too.
Excellent Fay. I really like the first two lines of the second verse. Phil.G
I kinda stumbled on these words... and between you and me... I'm glad I did.... a fine and fitting tribute to those fine young men who made the ultimate sacrifice and who shall never be forgot...... Neville
Yes - I remember I wanted short, terse, lines about boys being shorn so quickly after joining the ranks of fodder for war............... glad you stayed with the lament of what became a cruel spillage of youth's blood - - - -- may we never forget as you rightly say Nev and thanks for visiting a piece I felt needed airing................ x
when I received the Queens shilling in 19...... no sooner had I got off the bus and through the gates of RAF Swinderby in LIncolnshire, I was scalped before I even had time to blink......
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