Competition Entry

As I stood upon the mountain
The earth began to rumble
The smoke filled the air
As the towns began to tumble.

As the night began to fall
The fighting wasn’t over
For this was day 134
Of a war just getting older.

I’m glad
But they shall say I’m mad
For fighting the war.

It’s true though I’m sure
Only because of you
This world must be true.

This was sour
Only because of power
If only I had listened
And if only I had reasoned

The bullets were being fired
As my heart began to pound
The echos of the gunfire
Overtook all other sound

How to run back now?
I had only needed to crouch,
I felt stuck in a pouch,
A war of 184 dying…

Now I’m dead here
With only your tear
Now the world will know the pride
They’ll know I tried
To make the world a happy place

And it’s all because of what you had taught me
It’s all because of you…

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The blood, red sky formed into a black, misty, army.
Soldiers ran to get into position, now we are ready to fight.
Countless bullets passed by.
Animals ran for shelter in the near by forests trying to avoid getting killed.
Lots of men lay on the ground.
Their hearts beat less.
The battle has passed away leaving the ground unspeakable.
Blood stains were left on the old wooden planks guarding most men to stay alive.
As the black clouds floated past animals scattered out from the forest.
So that’s what a battle’s like.

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Houses are going boom!
Warplanes are going zoom
People are leaving
People are grieving
The war is bringing doom

Men are dying
Women are crying
The children have no bedroom
War is bad, makes everyone sad
It doesn’t win prizes, just gloom

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I’ve got a son
I’ve also got one
My wife won’t let me go
To go and fight the foe
I don’t want to be dead
All covered in red
It’s a sin
It’s obvious we won’t win
What will happen to us
If we join the army bus?

What happened to them
All those pleading men?
The whole lot
Were shot

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Why are we here?
What is the point of this fighting?

Why are we here?
It’s not like they said

Why are we here?
The Germans are humans too

Why are we here?
What is the point of this fighting?

Why are we here?

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Why have war, when you can play on the sea shore?
Why have a gun, when you can have fun?
Why have violence, when you can have silence?
Why die, when you can be alive?
Why do governments think war is good?
All it means is more tears and blood

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Today is the day I’m going to fight.
This is the day I’m going to save someone’s life!
I want my family to live a good life.
The children in England hope with all their might
that their beloved comes home from the fight.

The playing field is armed with soldiers all around!
Bombs going off all around town.
People lying on No Man’s Land.
All the guns going off at once.
People shouting at one another trying to win the war.
People shouting all the time; everyone is thinking when the war end.
Now the war has ended.
The battle was won by the British folks.

People screaming because they won!
Children shouting hip hip hurray!
This was a brutal day.

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My blood is no longer with me,
My heart has poured out the rest,
Open wounds, throbbing out of my chest.
The end is yet to be seen,
Bullets shooting past, wiping my sight clean,
This is a war, this is a storm,
Keeping my sanity warm,
On the outside lies two wings,
Ready to sprout as my conscience sings,
“Fight, fight, you know you can,”

Families gather, kneeling on the ground,
Praying for peace and mercy,
As the Devil laughs, angels bound.
The leftovers of men,
The burnt planes, sitting in the den,
My soul rises as I reach out,
Giving my hand to heaven, pulling me about.

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Today my brother got shot,
He was blasted on the dot,
Death is what he got.

A crack in my heart opened wide,
Every family member cried.

Plotting revenge on the man who pulled the trigger,
My hunger for murder is getting bigger and bigger.

I’m going to invade their base,
I’m going to destroy the enemy race.

Hopefully I’m going to live ’til the last battle,
I’ll round up the enemies like they were a herd of cattle.

This poem will not be the last thing I write,
For I have more wars to fight.

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We fight for honour,
We fight for freedom,
We fight for peace,
What more can we offer?

We fight for our family,
We fight for our country,
We fight for our children’s future,
Can we do any more?

Why do we fight?
I have no idea.
Why every once in a while does a trigger have to be pulled?
Why is there war?

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