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[aid] => mick
[title] => Glory
[time] => 2004-08-31 17:11:23
[hometext] => i love this one the most of all my War Poetry, i would greatly appreciate it if people please commented! Thanks!
[bodytext] => Oh, the glory of it all! Kipping on a train into the heart of battle, all the while singing beloved songs Only with one swoosh of machine gun fire, and helplessy fall Surrounded by the dead and dying How can they go, while leaving loved one's behind Not knowing if they'll ever come back! Oh..dear young soliders of past and present So boldly brave, putting forth life and limb to attack Charging forth into the unknown So fleet of foot, and strong of heart! Among the divits, shell fire and sharpnel, the dying, cry and moan.. When mile's away weeping mother's cry of their loss Lay gaze apon the dead The thousand's of cross's, row on row Oh how they gave their live's for what we have today! Into their skin, they take each heavy deathblow How can there be the glory in all this pain! All the death and despair nailed into our soliders souls forevermore With shell fire and explosion's all around, how can one keep sane! Friends and comrads dying by your side, day in day out I can't see the glory in death and destruction Only a fool or fanatic would join up so rash! Off into No-Man's-Land to fight the villan When once happy and gay, on the way to the Front, singing "Tipperary" with old friends Oh so many innocent lives lost on the morrows of war! See the fields, where wild poppy grow with the long dead And the larks sweep bye where trench's lay Glory, it be said when such a young man dies apon his sickbed And with that glory, give back to all the lost They gave us what we all are today! Because they died for our cost Give the glory back to the soldier's, dead or alive.. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 212 [topic] => 57 [informant] => TwEeK [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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