War Poem

Poem On The Horrors Of War

This is the poem I wrote for school, which uses the same storyline as the World War I poem "Dulce et Decorum Est" (It is sweet and fitting to die for your country) by Wilfred Owen.

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This Is Reality

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Published: August 2010

Exhausted,
Like a car,
ran out of fuel.
Dead,
All around you,
Harsh as hell.
A family,
of soldiers,
walking shoulder to shoulder.
The world,
you are carrying,
just like a boulder.

Running,
Away from the madness,
But not going anywhere.
Because,
tomorrow you know,
You'll be back there.
Sleep,
The best thought
And to go home to England.
But,
You can't escape The chaos,
in Afghanistan

You
are a Zombie,
in indescribable pain,
And know,
you might never,
see your family again.
Nothing,
all senses gone
from you.
But then,
you seem to know
What's happening around you.

You want,
to collapse and fall,
into a sleep.
And Dream,
because reality,
has cut you too deep.
Run,
we've fulfilled,
our purpose here.
Run,
before the gas,
fills the air.

It's horrible,
seeing someone,
slowly dying for you.
It's like,
a hole in your heart,
slowly eating away at you.
All,
you see is
his teffified face, red and hot.
It's only,
then you realise,
this nightmare must stop.

A fog,
but as majestic,
as a fairy tale.
A plane,
flying through clouds
that are green, pale.
He's stumbling,
towards you,
and it hits home.
A stab,
in the back that,
He'll never go home.

His skin,
wrinkled and pale,
Oxygen deprived.
He says,
it's like a fire,
thats burning inside.
Could you,
watch a good man,
who fought for his nation,
die,
because you know
there's nothing to save him.

You want,
to collapse and fall,
into a sleep.
And Dream,
because reality,
has cut you too deep.
Run,
we've fulfilled,
our purpose here.
Run,
before the gas,
fills the air.

Then,
the tears come,
down and down.
But you don't,
try, like men do,
to stop them now.
How much,
could you bear
or even dream.
to think,
what it's like
out here as me?

people say,
it's the best
to die in this way.
But you,
know all too well,
that there's better ways.
He's Just
another soldier out of
millions dying that you see.
A nightmare,
But wake up boy,
This is reality.

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