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Author Name: PremiumDr Fogg 3 Comments
Date Added: October 30, 2012 04:10:21 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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A Boys Lament
 
 
 
 
A Boys Lament.
 

We marched up to the front we young men

Some of us just fourteen years old
We sang our rousing songs
Cheerful brave and bold.

 

We laughed and joked but inside we shuddered

Marching, marching, like proper soldiers

A line of men approached, going the other way

Each one with their hands on the man in fronts shoulders.

 

They stared into the distance blankly

Some were crying from vacant eyes

A few could see us and they shouted, yes shouted

Go back you bloody fools, I still can hear their cries.

 

Mustard gas they shouted! You will throw your lives away

Go back now. You will die soon enough, no need to rush

The line of shuffling men seemed endless

Our singing melted to a hush.

 

Their officers tried to silence them

But they had nought to lose

We faltered, we young men

Frightened and confused.

 

I grew up that day.
 
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Comments:
Comment By: FreeTristan on November 3, 2012 10:31:14 AM Report


Great poem.  For a moment I was there.  Reminds me of Tennyson:


'Forward, the Light Brigade!'

Was there a man dismay'd ?

Not tho' the soldier knew

Some one had blunder'd:

Their's not to make reply,

Their's not to reason why,

Their's but to do and die:

Into the valley of Death

Rode the six hundred.

I was not on the battlefield in Viet Nam, but treated those in the aftermath and have stories of heroism that I tell all who will listen.  Your writing is powerful.  Strong work.   Tristan

Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on October 30, 2012 11:38:47 AM Report
You grabbed me and awakened me with this fine strong poem.  It tells of something -- perhaps the only thing -- that is meaningful: life itself.  The images are clear.  The writing precise and eloquent without being stuffy.  Although we are dealing with a rough subject, this poem is easy-to-read -- and dare I say it is also a pleasure to read?  Excellent.  (You are getting too good.)  --David
Comment By: FreeAdri on October 30, 2012 05:41:20 AM Report
Deep very deep. Sound scary and very real. 
You word it perfectly, the anguish can be felt 

Adri 





 


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