Heya all! :jester: Know I don't post very much! (Internet is so expensive!) Anyway wrote this poem while looking at a programme about the last days of WW2 and just thought I'd post it up here. Achievements: Human style. This is hell on earth. You sit awaiting death. Your gun at your side, you hear bomb and blast. And screams of pain from bodies going past. This is hell on earth. Charred and maimed, eyes wide, mouths frozen in a scream, They kick them all away, those bloody trophies gleam. The dust and fire and that suffocating summer heat hangs around that shell of a street. Your world is unsteady, revolves around metal. And you have seen death in the face of friends. And those of whom you were told to kill,. Each life quelled causing more and more trauma and all this for "The Triumph of the Will" The world falls around you, literally dropping at your feet. And your mind ponders "Why?" as your boots stick to the street. Peace and love to you all.
