Soldiers, bravely marching onward,
Through the tattered and broken streets,
They march on, most of them strangers,
Yet all of them our saviours.
Watching from the broken crowd,
Tears shed a plenty,
None of us can feel any joy,
For our saviours may not be returning.
Broken hearts and tattered families,
Enough to make anyone fight,
Maybe not for queen and country,
But for everything that is right.
Sirens call our saviours on,
And we all feel a sense of commitment,
We put our lives in the hands of strangers,
Knowing we’ll be the victors.
And still they Advanced,
Valiant and devoted,
Saviours of our future and our country,
But most of all, saviours of the people.
Author notes
Omg War poem. Done in Literacy at school. I fail at poetry :3
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good job
I think you speak this well; the truth as you see and believe it. As long as you're proud of that, your poetry always wins, regardless of the opinion of others. Your belief in what you write is what matters. I enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing.
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Heyyy, Thanks :3
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