Broken bones and bloody skin
Saying goodbye to your kin
To war we go
To fight our foe
Battered skulls
Destroyed souls
Kids without dad
He's away in Baghdad
Fighting the war
Friends scattered on the floor
They can take this fighting no more
Stop this killing, stop this war
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A poem by Wilfred Owen written from memory: Bent double, like beggars under sacks, knocked-kneed coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge.
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Please note that this is not my work and is just a poem that I find truly amazing and inspiring :) Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through the...
The bullets fall, The soldiers brawl, The bodies drop, And never stop. The madness spreads, Inside their heads, A violent lust, Within the dust.
The bombs the bullets. The bodies that fall. The broken the battered. The fodder of war. The young and the brave. Are borrowed to battle. They fall to their fate. With the bullets that rattle.
Tit for tat leaves tat for tits A people conquered but a land in bits He said she said means who said what. Will our children's children thank us for the wars that we fought.
More pictures on my TV Women and children dying in the street Skies above them burning, people bleeding in the heat Graffiti slogans on city walls Banners over markets Governments vying for a...
A young man, no more than a boy. Delusions of glory, Golden valediction for imaginary heroes. But there are no heroes where he is going. For he is going to war.
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