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We see them, marching perfect time
Farewelling our young men
Embraced by the age-old words
“We will remember them”
The ship sets sail our last goodbyes
Collars high and spirits low
Weapons slung across their backs
To fight another’s war they go
With rifles cocked and warpaint on
They launch their great attack
To kill another, then be killed
Blood splattered ‘cross their backs
Once they hit the battlefield
Where the bullets fall like rain
They’re stars of Hollywood tragedies
Without the wealth or fame
Over greed and over land
They destroy each others lives
Those that sent them mourn for them
But never hear their soldier’s cries
When the guns are silent
Like the voices of those dead
Mournful words are spoken
And vows of peace are said
Leaving wastelands of bullets
And of those that hit their aim
Their bodies lie in a foreign land
Under a white cross with no name
Then as tensions rise again
Again we prepare for war
Clothes of death are mass-produced
And more men walk through our doors
Over time the cycle repeats
Following creed that peace needs war
When fighting’s not the answer
There’s always lust for so much more
As the memories fade away
Though the passing of the years
We remember every place and date
But forget about the tears
So many forgotten names and lives
Of our own long-lost men
As time goes by that wars outlast
Will we remember them?
Farewelling our young men
Embraced by the age-old words
“We will remember them”
The ship sets sail our last goodbyes
Collars high and spirits low
Weapons slung across their backs
To fight another’s war they go
With rifles cocked and warpaint on
They launch their great attack
To kill another, then be killed
Blood splattered ‘cross their backs
Once they hit the battlefield
Where the bullets fall like rain
They’re stars of Hollywood tragedies
Without the wealth or fame
Over greed and over land
They destroy each others lives
Those that sent them mourn for them
But never hear their soldier’s cries
When the guns are silent
Like the voices of those dead
Mournful words are spoken
And vows of peace are said
Leaving wastelands of bullets
And of those that hit their aim
Their bodies lie in a foreign land
Under a white cross with no name
Then as tensions rise again
Again we prepare for war
Clothes of death are mass-produced
And more men walk through our doors
Over time the cycle repeats
Following creed that peace needs war
When fighting’s not the answer
There’s always lust for so much more
As the memories fade away
Though the passing of the years
We remember every place and date
But forget about the tears
So many forgotten names and lives
Of our own long-lost men
As time goes by that wars outlast
Will we remember them?
Just to prove to you all I'm not dead, a deviation that ISNT an ID!! First one in a fair few months I'd say...so go easy, I am rusty. However, do point out things that you feel dont work, just be nice about it There ARE parts in there that are 'odd' for the effect, and I'll explain it to you if you like. Theres also alot of symbolism that you may not understand for the simple reason that you are not me. Again, I'm more than happy to explain. Enjoy, hopefully
This was spurred on most likely by EmotivE by APC. A whole album of anti-war songs will do it to you. I actually mean to write this around rememberance day, because it was the service that made me think about this...But as you can see I got quite distracted, seeing as it was on the 11th of November
This was spurred on most likely by EmotivE by APC. A whole album of anti-war songs will do it to you. I actually mean to write this around rememberance day, because it was the service that made me think about this...But as you can see I got quite distracted, seeing as it was on the 11th of November
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I write a lot my self and to be honest mine is almost encrypted in metaphors so I like the metaphors but…
“Weapons slung across their backs”
”Blood splattered ‘cross their backs”
-the double mention of things “across their backs” so close together is not flagrant enough with ur words for me…
“They’re stars of Hollywood tragedies
Without the wealth or fame” ß- wicked line.
And this 1 also à “Following creed that peace needs war”
Ok straight up… a very clear poem…I didn’t find to many metaphors in it (did I miss something?) but very cleverly worded the flow was easy to read and run off each line into the next with out an effort to read… in fact this is something I wouldn’t be surprised to see published. The poetry forum I use to be part of has almost died lately but still check it out id love to see u post stuff, the link isà [link]
This is my poem on war: [link] don ages ago would change a lot in it these days but still… it is what it is…
Really enjoyed reading ur poem.. sorry 4 the long babbling post
“Weapons slung across their backs”
”Blood splattered ‘cross their backs”
-the double mention of things “across their backs” so close together is not flagrant enough with ur words for me…
“They’re stars of Hollywood tragedies
Without the wealth or fame” ß- wicked line.
And this 1 also à “Following creed that peace needs war”
Ok straight up… a very clear poem…I didn’t find to many metaphors in it (did I miss something?) but very cleverly worded the flow was easy to read and run off each line into the next with out an effort to read… in fact this is something I wouldn’t be surprised to see published. The poetry forum I use to be part of has almost died lately but still check it out id love to see u post stuff, the link isà [link]
This is my poem on war: [link] don ages ago would change a lot in it these days but still… it is what it is…
Really enjoyed reading ur poem.. sorry 4 the long babbling post