Collection 2

Shattered dreams
Dead and dying all around
Men walking on the frozen ground
Brothers and friends laying so near
Dead faces frozen with fear
Pictures in pockets
Golden lockets
Tears of loss
As you see a cross
Guns and bombs
Boys crying for their moms
The night ski full of fire
The tried worrier aims a little higher
Men screaming out in pain
Not knowing who remains
Hearts filled with sorrow
Not knowing what becomes of tomorrow
Death so near
Should not be seen for many a year
No longer in the safety of a mothers arms
Now closer to harm
Rain streams from the sky
As a boy wonders why
Shattered dreams
No longer have wings

Carrie

NO-MANS’ LAND

I was 12 when daddy went to war.
Six solid years past with great horror.
On my 18th. birthday I received a note,
The writing looked like it was from a ghost.
It said, my daddy past away.
Man was there great hell to pay!
I joined the army right away.
They handed me a gun right then and there,
I really didn’t know what to do, I didn’t care.
I figured out just how to shoot.
They flew me out to the battle field.
Man was I really so scared!
I ran all over the place, killing the British right and left.
I wanted them all to pay for my daddy’s death.
Anger was all over inside of me.
Man, was I acting foolishly!
I fell into a trench full of water, that could even kill fish.
Then I came back up to get back at my enemies.
I went to “No-Mans’ Land” to kill more lives,
But since I was foolish and very young,
A British man came and took my life!
As I fell, I laid next to my dad,
I took my hand and held his hand.
His eyes were open so I closed them so he could rest
Then I closed mine and I felt that I was the best,
Because he lead me to him with heart and soul,
I felt that I had reached my goal.
And then I too was finally at peace, at rest.

George

forever tainted are my days,
I remember life in vivid ways,
seeing death with my eyes,
I pray to God that I don't die.

Why must I be so bold,
I'm only 18 years old,
I haven't experienced life yet,
now we'll all pay the greatest debt.

we'll pay the country with our lives,
and still we strive and strive,
for something that cant be seen,
but still fights on our trusty team.

when alive or when we die,
we're still American as pumpkin pie,
nothing matters when you're dead,
not talks of peace when there said.

Fighting for an unseen cause,
and we all miss our ma's and pa's,
wishing, praying to go home,
hoping we won't be alone.

Christy



Though the air bullets fly,
Gas is dropped from the sky,
In a maze of barbed wire dead men lie,
The smell dead men still persists; months and mouths after this we'll dream of
battle,
Tat is vivid and real like our bothers grave,
What was lost,
what was won,
But life of boys who dreamed of glory,
Glory missed.


War is won,
war is lost,
But in war such as this who is to say who won or lost.


Death is simply this,
dark.

Nicholas


Sibling Rivalry

The end of life
All for a pointless battle,
"Big brothers" just protecting
The defenseless "younger ones".
Knocking someone over
For pushing someone else,
Who had wronged another
That you'd sworn to protect.
When will the circle end?
How many lives will be lost?
But once the dust has settled,
And all the families informed,
Your "allies" turn their back to you
And the cycle begins again.
The ones you promised to protect,
Who you now, out of greed, take over,
Sending out all your youth
With helmets, guns, and tanks.
Pulling them from schools
And any chance of a happy future,
And using them as pawns
In some bloody chess game.
All for your pointless and hateful,
Paranoia-driven sibling rivalry.
- Anonymous

Adam

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