I knew a simple soldier boy
Who grinned at life in empty joy,
Slept soundly through the lonesome dark,
And whistled early with the lark.
In winter trenches, cowed and glum,
With crumps and lice and lack of rum,
He put a bullet through his brain.
No one spoke of him again.
You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye
Who cheer when soldier lads march by,
Sneak home and pray you'll never know
The hell where youth and laughter go.
this is a beautiful poem... very moving and truthfully raw...if that makes any sense at all
I have to do this for my english assesment. It makes me want to grab my teacher by his balls and nut on his bald forehead
This is a poignant and now timely piece considering the ongoing slaughter in Gaza and Ukraine. Whatever has happened to concerted PEACEFUL RESISTANCE!
I knew what the poem was about and the way it was written was in such a way that it seems considered of ow people felt at the time. I think this is in the top 3 of my favourite poems at least!
Yes, a lovely poem with a world of meaning and empathy. Read mine -The Bloom of Youth - Adeline
Go read with some 😹👎