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SHELL SHOCK
The whistle blows to sound the charge
and over the top they bustle and barge,
covered from head to toe in mud
and soon tainted with flesh and blood.
Up the ladder with slippery rungs,
a scream of rage from terror filled lungs,
adrenalin coursing through every vein
with the fear of not coming back again.
Knee-deep mud sucking boots from feet,
tangled in barbed w...
Friday 24th July 2015 2:55 pm
THE FUTILITY OF WAR
Death; the dealer
of the final deck of life.
No hidden agendas,
just a cold slate to wipe.
With hand and sword
or rock and stone,
with shaft sailing deadly
through grey skies, alone.
The smarter the weapon,
the reaper delights
at a fulsome harvest
of terror and cries.
They split the atom
and split the odds,
they split the proceeds
but nev...
Saturday 4th July 2015 8:24 pm
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