Noise Of The Shells!

With my ears ringing from the noise of the shells

crouching in a ditch my hands covering my face

beside me my comrades are injured or dead

how did I survive with only a  cut on my arm.

now for the first time I’m in a  confused state

finding it hard to believe dying was not my fate!


Deep in mud and covered in my comrades blood

our vehicle blown off the enemies dirt road

getting cold and desperate as the sun quickly sets

the radio destroyed as the land mine went off

my only hope that we’re being tracked from base

waiting here wiping sweat off my own face!


Noise overhead of the helicopter coming down

being in limbo between life and a lonely death

uplifted as my mates could also still be alive

the downdraft is strong it’s coming into land

the crew is running as fast as they can to us all

thank god the sound of the rescuers call!


How can we imagine the horrors faced each day

of those killed and injured by cowardly bombs

the carnage to the military police and civilians

happening to often around the battered world

an awful indictment of a merciless side of man

who coldly create and execute this plan!


If only sanity would prevail but this will never be?


The Foureyed Poet.




Published in: on 02/03/2009 at 22:51  Comments (2)  

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  1. Yes, war is terrible. Many are suffering and dying.


  2. Reblogged this on The Foureyed Poet and commented:

    There seems to be no hope of the carnage ending! The Foureyed Poet.


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