Collection 1
A Soldier's Life
Day in and day out,
all we do is march.
We march through muddy plains,
and through wire tunnels.
We march in sunshine,
in rain,
in snow.
But what for?
For peace in a land of no peace?
To conquer a colony, only to have another conquer ours?
For freedom of one government, only to be taken over
by another?
To protect our alliance with another nation?
But who then will protect us?
For honor, dignity, and liberty?
All words with no tangible meaning.
No we are fighting for nothing.
Only to die, and be forgotten.
How many will die for no real cause?
How many men will loose there life for nothing?
And once you have won,
What happens then?
Is life magically fixed?
Are all the problems taken care of?
NO! War is never over.
Men will die, and widows will cry, but war is never
over!
Jennifer
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I lay awake due to the bullet rain,
constantly it drives me insane.
The noise that every night I hear,
maybe not to you but it brings me fear.
Soon it will be my turn on the line,
and really I am not sure if I will be fine.
As I move in I see a good friend hit,
Suddenly I see myself throwing him into a pit.
I fight harder now to give him reason,
a reason to sleep in the flowers of next season.
I can’t count how many men I have seen killed,
and the number of graves that I imagine filled.
Russ
After the last shot
The last shot has been fired
The war has come to an end
There are still the dead men that we all admired
and the message to their families that we must send
Now the dead are put in graves without a eulogy
to explain what had happened during their dash
The images that the men could see
stopped with a sudden clash
The survivors now go home to their wives
to tell them what happened this part of their lives
Then they talk with their war friends
about the many silly war trends
Russ
Guns blazing and people dying
Parents mourning and people cry
All because of a not needed war
My life wasted and betrayed
By a government that has never been true
To anyone, me or you
Yelling and begging for my life
While the enemy stands there with a knife
I plead and beg for him let me go
He looks at me and says no
I try to run but its no use
finally they get bored and get a noose
They find a tree and hang it high
grab me and watch me die
The governments are sick and twisted
I wish those evil people never existed
They send people to foreign countries to die
They never tell the truth they always lie
They say I'm saving lives
Remember it’s all a bunch of lies
David
Was
it worth it all?
Here I lay, tears in my missing eyes,
I wonder to myself in need to call--
Was it worth it all?
A man said to me,
Fight and you shall be free.
But here and now I lay,
I ponder--was there a need to lie?
Or maybe it is not a lie,
But solely a trick statement.
I am free.
Free of hearing the painful cries of my fellow soldiers.
Free of seeing blood, death, suffrage, and crying on shoulders.
Free of feeling a broken heart of someone waiting to see me.
Free of smelling the horrid stench of rot, decay, rats, and
fleas.
But with my new freedom comes--
a freedom that can make the bravest of men run.
Free, I am, of hearing my children learn to speak.
Free, I am , of ever seeing the highest mountain peak.
Free, I am, of feeling warm kisses and tears from a happy cry.
Free, I am, of smelling sweet perfumes and freshly baked pie.
So now I say to myself--
You fought, and in many ways you are free.
But was it worth it all?
This is what I shall forever be.
A cripple, with no way to feel, smell, hear, or see.
But yes---
I suppose you could say I’m free.
Kaitlyn