by Peter Bruffell | Jan 22, 2008 | Poetry
Don’t pity me, just standing here My youth is no consideration, For I went missing in the field When others were fighting for their nation Don’t pity me, as to the stake I’m tied For I see a tear within my Sergeants eye. Pity him, the order he has to make And then to...
by Jan Hedger | Jan 20, 2008 | Poetry
Please Sir, don’t make me do this He’s my mate, he’s only young Sir He broke the rules lad And sentence is passed Now come on soldier Move along there But, me legs won’t move Sir I’m shaking, look What are you soldier Man or mouse? I’m neither man nor mouse Sir I am...
by Tom Mcgreevy | Jan 16, 2008 | Poetry
I’m standing here alone My back against the wall My body is a trembling I’m slumped, but once stood tall My blindfold wet and cold Sticking to my tears I search my mind for future life Beyond my 18 years My knees transformed to putty Can’t support my weight My hands...
by Mac | Jan 7, 2007 | Poetry
For those who fell from our own guns Who comrades scorned and others shunned Who lost their lives whilst trying to cope With things we never will I hope There was no mercy no medical name No cries of pity as they piled on shame That those then leaders of our lads...
by A. R. Lewis | Jan 3, 2007 | Poetry
Their voices echo down the years, demanding justice. “It’s the noise, echoing, rebounding in the muddy trenches. The shells continuous shrieking,exploding in front and rear” “I just wandered off, not knowing who or what i was”...
