Collection 5

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Here I am a soldier slowly sinking in the quicksand of the past,

I miss my wife and my life is passing fast.

My world is red like a homicidal psycho from the past.

The troops are dead and I wish I could find inner peace at last.

Not giving in my world shall not amount to this,

My life was ended by a single little bomb of mist.

My lungs they burn and my eyes can see nothing but cruel death,

The smell of rotting corpse ruins even my last of breaths.

I see my life flash slowly before my very own eyes,My death won't help prove all of their lies.

The people we fight are ourselves and think of the irony, The colonel cries as he's shot down to his knee.

The machine gun burst out within the trench,The screams of death turn my brain slowly with a wrench.

I understand that with war no one stands a chance,The game of hate leaves the winners to do no dance.

For all it does is create a tension here in France,I feel remorse for the men who shall never again prance.

I killed them and may their souls rest in peace,My life will end my last few moments leave a crease.

The pain I feel burns me from the heart,The people here are seperating themselves apart.

Now I leave my body to drown in the irony that's tart,For now my soul disperses and then departs.

by Sam

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A boy of 16 face down in the mud;

Abullet in his heart, gas in his lungs.

He died for his country, reasons undefined.

For dreams of heroism in a juvenile's mind.

Old enogh to go to war, to young to have to die

He left his home of far away,

To fight with classmates side- by- side

Of most of whom wont be home .

And no one will ever know why.

Not even yet a man, but much more then a boy.

He lost his life for freedom

For others to enjoy.

What a fate for a boy, still not a man

Shot down for what others call the promise land

Send Her My Love

I'm going off to war now,

to show that I'm a man,

to be the hero that others are,

]to fight on foreigners land.

Don't forget I love you

and I'll be home soon.

Say goodbye to our baby.

Quite the little man.

I hope I'm there to see him grow.

I hope I'll be home soon.

Don't be fooled by this brave charade,

I'm really very scared

Be brave for me my darling and remenber

I'll come back to you.

by Charolette