Sunday, May 17, 2015

War - Ww1 - Returning Home Comments

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When I answered the bugle's call I was just a lad
My father gave his nod so as an ANZAC I was glad
Through the battles my war was not weathered well
When I returned to home my face reflected the hell
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Ahmed Gumaa Siddiek 12 May 2016

So it is always like that. We go to war to kill people who we do not know. We come back full of memories of death and killing, a thing that would not be proud of. Nice piece of poem.

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