Author’s Note: Throughout the first three chapters in All Quiet in the Western the horror of war has proved to be a major motif/theme. This inspired me to write a poem about my perspective of war.
Here comes the shore
Blue water, red blood
Young men, they scream
As they flee the flood
Officers shout orders
But little is heard
Just booms and explosions
And dying men’s last words
To look upon this wasteland
To look, yet not to see
That is this world’s puzzle
It’s very strange to me
War brings only death
It banishes all light
Humanity persists however
And so our armies fight
Resources and money
Pour into our wars
Wouldn’t it be better,
To spend it on the poor?
But no, we are like madmen
Destroying what we have
To kill another man
Is to kill your other half
And to murder that man’s family
Is to sign away your life
The devil has your soul now
Go, wander in strife
War is for the wicked
Ask the forgotten dead
A young prospective life
Ended, shot in the head
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