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He hit the floor
Like a mirror – smashed to pieces,
Blood spilling over his shiny medals,
Meaning nothing now.
The weapon fell from his limp hands,
Worse than any toy the boy held before,
Men trampled him,
Grim faces uncaring,
Meaning nothing now.
Wounds and scars past healing,
Propaganda proven wrong,
Shouting and swearing but no-one is caring,
It means nothing now.
The boys crawl home,
The victory half hearted,
But still the child with the blood on his medals,
Lay dead on the ground.
He meant nothing now.
Glory and gory are only a single letter apart.
(c) Katie Nicholls 1/4/09
- by x Krazy Kitten x |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/24/2009 |
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- Title: Forgotten
- Artist: x Krazy Kitten x
- Description: A poem about the truth behind the propaganda of WW1, but applies to most wars anywhere really.
- Date: 05/24/2009
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- shadowkiss6 - 05/31/2009
- ._.
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- YourTheRoadThatImTaking - 05/30/2009
- it good really good
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- xoxoPink Supremexoxo - 05/24/2009
- I like this one XD
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