Drafted from the box, weak pathetic flesh.
Heavy shift, round one, fire. Round two, fire.

A silent echo of cheer spreads through both lands.
Legibility through history taunts pages with ink splattered far.

Shriek across no man's land,
where his mother lay wounded.

Doesn't look so handsome now, does he?
Sharp pains of solitude, how diligent.

Heavy shift, round one, fire. Round two, fire.

Two enemies brought together on one common front.
And so, laid to rest, a basket case.

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ooh nice choice of word :D

Very well done. I assume you had great imagery as one of the prominent aspects of your poem. Post more when you have the chance.

This poem was a basis for war and peace. It didn't win the competition it was entered into, but i thought it had a great representation of war, war in life etc.

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No No No...it's * snap snap snap* (you clap for speaches =])