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Ok, I've attempted a War Poem. Think tin hats and rusty webbing, hopefully I've done this justice
Corporal John, caught in the line of fire,
Because his bergen got caught on wire.
In full view, visible to the eye,
Of course Corporal John was afraid to die.
He looks back to the safety of the trenches,
Daydreaming, but soon reality pinches.
At the bloodied skin on his face,
It winds him back down into his place.
He can see his comrades, who were hard at trying,
Of grabbing him by the webbing, not afraid of dying.
And pulling back out of harms way,
But no one is brave enough, needless to say.
Bullets and Mortar, flying over his head,
It's a miracle at how he yet isn't dead.
Burying himself deeper into the ground,
Whichever way, he'll be either lost or found.
"Dear God, I never believed in you much before,
But please hear me out, don't close your door.
I don't really want to die today,
But I know it'll come, whatever the day.
Please, I beg, don't let it hurt much,
I fought for my country, to save them as such.
From all the bad's and all the wrongs,
I never have killed, here I don't belong.
I was given no answers, I had no choice,
Dragged from my home without my own voice.
Please, take me home to my wife,
And there I will live, and get on with my life.
Please stop the war, for it's our greatest enemy,
Turning good men bad, help them go free.
And be it years, Decades or Centuries,
Our poppies remain, wilting and growing, for eternity."