Dazzling fires into boys
Taken away by the Nazis
Living away broken toys
If you cry you're not a man
Disillusionment overcoming me
You and I can only dream
Of being shot down
Poetic words are nothing
To a dead man's wife
Describe in detail
How the bullet hit his chest
You can only imagine
What a home war is like
Take your drama to
A battlefield
Come back and tell me
What a bayonet shock feels like
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Author:
Jo Middleton (
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This cuts to the chase about what war really is........... I have read so many first hand books by soldiers of WWII and Vietnam....... my admiration for what the poor young soldiers have to cope with and my disdain for the politicians that push them into it is enormous...... good one....
Ah - a plain truth enfolded in this sensitive message dear Joe - - drams belong to the home and cannot be in any way called battles which on the killing field can devastate body, mind and soul. Well said indeed..
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