Hi guys its Lydia!
In English Literature we are studying Regeneration by Pat Barker, which Shani has already done a book review on. Its a very interesting and powerful book, and I've been doing loads of research on the First World War, and I was so enraged and fuelled with sadness and anger that a wrote a poem.
I'm pretty sure that the title of the poem has been already taken by a famous poet, but I simply couldn't think of any other title.
We will remember them on this day,
From in our minds it will never stray.
A few minutes silence is not enough,
For those who gave up their lives for us.
Can you imagine what they carried?
The death, the blood, the strain,
and the tricks it played on their brain.
The men who lived did not feel lucky,
Only the gnaw that their friends won't rise.
Young men slaughtered but at what cost?
Lead by blind leaders, into an old mans war.
In 1918 it had ended, four years and one million dead.
Its bound to be a short war they all said.
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