...to end all...

the first day of July 1916
the idea of honourable battle
drew it's last gasping breath
on the fields of the Somme

we slid and slithered
up the sides of the trenches
meeting a merciless hail of fire
meat to the grinder

butcher and baker
candle-stick maker
innocent young working boys
scythed down in their thousands

the extermination of a generation
their corpses left to rot
in the thigh high muddy remains
of the French countryside

betrayed again by gaudy peacocks
arrogant and cowardly
strutting their stuff
in the capitals of Europe




Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-06-15 at 20:01

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War disrupts the lives of so many people--the boys and men who fight them and the loved ones back home. Mankind needs to find a way to solve problems peacefully. I get tired of hearing the current apology for war claiming how it creates ''bands of brothers'' whose lives are bound by danger. Hey, it doesn't take a war to develop strong friendships and brotherhood. The same bonds could be made by banding together to fight world hunger or helping homeless people. It's a shame that organizations like the Peace Corp don't attract more young people than they do.
2015-06-17


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
You sum it all up so well. The landscape still torn and the plants growing, probably with the help of human fertilizer. So sad.
2015-06-17



What a great anti-war poem! So graphic and raw, as war needs to be seen. Has there ever been a good war? I think not. There have been evil people and genocide in many places, led by a few bad men.
2015-06-15


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
And so came the end of nievatyty
The belivey in '' our betters '' knowing what is best
Nievaty of blinded trust
The end olf nieive romance of war
Nive beleve of God king and empier god to die for!
The death of romatik poetry - birth of realaty poetey- poets
The world reborn in blood and death
World war one - leading to world two - a new realaty
World war one never relly endid
Leading dirirectly - indirectly to the blood and desath in wars Great and small - 1918 lead to what we injure this day to to what will be tomorrow and after - never ending
Ken
2015-06-15


Bob
this is very good very naked and very down to the ditches harrowing anti war anti hate anti all bs poem
2015-06-15



So well written.
Every word necessary and so fitting.
A raw and harrowingly brilliant write.
2015-06-15


Åsa Andersson
Powerful imagery of a horrible war. Creeping ever closer these days...
2015-06-15