WMP (October 1951 / London, UK)

Join The Army

Choking smoke
Rolling thunder
The forgotten soldier
Still cries for his mother
Crouching still
with blood stench steaming
The forgotten soldier
Has lost all feeling.

Shocked eyes glance
From corpse strewn clay
Where wide eyed shattered
children lay
Time stands still
With no solid floor
He is reborn -
To face the eternal war.

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Comments (4)

Great piece...full of very strong imagery...powerful and moving. Well done! Hugs, Dee
This poem is very powerful and very visual. I would imagine that it could only be written by someone who has experienced it first hand.
Dont join the Army! Good poem though! I liked it a lot. Anyways the Army will ruin your life and cause you lot's of pain. Take it from me I would know! Kevin
wonderful writing, Willow. Well done...