Cloaks and swords dangle in a dawning mist
the sweet hours of youth have been kissed
generals stand afar, cries cannot be heard
the resonant cries for life are dulled.
Pawns dangle unceremoniously on rusted wire
youth sacrificed, in the name of the empire
Victorian generals campaigned, visions blurred
champagne glasses raised to victories.
Morning mists labour with the echo's for life
skylarks sing of rebirth upon death that is rife
generals awaken freshened, tenured
dying with etiquette is a lesson to be taught.
Please tell me what you think
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Very well done. The slaughter on the battlfields in WWI was truly horrendous. New efficient killing machines emerged before tactics could catch up. Calcified generals could not understand anything but the principal of mass wave frontal assaults. This short poem sums up the attitudes of the military hierarchy very well.
Great job.
Mike
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Full of the image of dead youth, dead hopes and dreams. This is a powerful poem Jeff, Line 5 in particular - the images that appear are horrific.
Von
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What a waste it all was. The last line sums up the whole very neatly. Middle stanza is my personal favourite. Thank you. x D
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Sharp as a well honed bayonet this poem gives a powerful insight into the tremendous trajedy that was the Great War.
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your poem had a nice flow to it, and had a great use of imagery an cynicism in it. keep up the great work
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Funny how history repeats itself over and over again...you'd think the world would learn somethin' somewhere along the way...This poem was well worded.
, Dannie
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