Real War
Hunched in a gruesome, bent figure I Collapse into the blood drenched hell that reveals a trench
A big blur surrounds me
All there is, is sound, the sound of murder
Hundreds upon hundreds of men being slaughtered
Now the killing grounds are behind us
But, still, innocent young lads are being mowed down with no mercy at all
I am relieved to be away from the enemy but still trapped in hell, Searching,
Searching for a way back to earth
My comrades moved forwards, trapped in a dream,
All we are, are just two legs trudging towards safety
Nothing existed for us, not the air, not the grass, not even the gas bombs that dropped behind.
“Poison gas, Masks on now!” Men scrabble for their protection
But one man was not so fortunate
Through the pea green mist, one young innocent man choked
However he choked on nothing, he gargled, with nothing, and drowned, in nothing
I turned away, wishing I would wake up from this ruthless nightmare
I never do
The death wagon slowly moves forward collecting innocent victims of the war
It ignores the noise
The horrifying noise
The horrifying noise of death
But just imagine this noise amplified thousands of times around this awful sphere of land and water
But what is remembered of these four tragic years
Not much, just small names carved on a gravestone or monument
And the great lie that it’s great to die for your country
Message Posted By: By Adrian North
Date Posted: 12-12-2005
