A Boy of Ten-And-Four
Your rifles racks
A shell falls
The sounds of desperate battle all around
A boy of ten-and-four
Shakily holds his rifle
Cowering from snipers
A neighbor falls
A lucky shot
Soon repaid with shrapnel
Without thinking
You continue firing
Into a crowd of men
Scared and afraid
Ordered to charge
By generals far away
Your eyes scan for targets
You spot a boy of ten-and-four
Clutching his rifle as he runs
Your eyes meet briefly
His widen
Yours tear up
Your rifles racks
A shell falls
As does the boy
A grenades explodes
A corpse flies
Another boy of ten-and-four dies
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Naegiri13
Most of my stuff is inspired by some of the very somber anti-war poems written after WW1. Others can be on a whim or based off fictional works.
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