Chance
Hundreds of thousands of shells
Days on end
Are they simply shells to demoralize and maim?
If so, then thats a few thousand chances
For a lucky shell
To pulp your body
A prelude to an assault?
Then add hundreds of stray bullets
Seeking a lucky strike
Maybe the shells will contain gas
The wind will decide your destiny
This Great War is made of chances
Strokes of luck or ill fortune
And fate is a cruel thing
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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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