How could they?A Poem by Jacky O'r It was called "great" How could they At the blow of a
whistle Stagger up the
trenches To run into the
bullets Until they fell
How could they As the night wind
bristled Hands and teeth
clenched Listen to the cry
of the wounded Never to be
reached
How could they For one holy
night Join the chorus of
Stille Nacht In the moonlit
wasteland Ruined lives in a
peaceful moment
How could they Sitting pretty out
of range Drive these
soulless pawns For an illusive
glory And an inch on the
map
How could they? © 2018 Jacky O'r |
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Added on January 8, 2018 Last Updated on January 8, 2018 Tags: war.peace, soldiers, wounded, death, trenches, the great war, world war1, holy night, Stille Nacht Author
Jacky O'rUnited KingdomAboutVery first attempts at creative writing. I usually paint and sketch more..Writing
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