Transcript War Poetry

War Poetry
By
Kerry Williams
And
Daisy Bettesworth
Dulce Et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through
sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
Dulce Et Descorum Est basically
means that it is good and right to
die for your country.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
War
By Anthony legge
War is death
War is sin,
War is cruel
In war, nobody wins!
Tanks are engines of destruction
Bombs scatter the human body and soul,
Guns pump you full of lead
And knives cut out the heart within.
The Anti-Christ , Hitler started the war
He ruled Germany with an iron hand,
He murdered Jews by the millions
Along with Gyspies and many others from foreign
lands.
Sleeping on the cold, hard ground
Those brave men were tired and ill,
Water and food were scarce
And their energy very low.
Always remember the sacifices that they made
The hardships they had to endure,
The bravery of all the soldiers, alive and dead,
So we can live in peace for evermore!
Our poems
My Dear Friend
By Kerry Williams
My dear friend fell to the floor,
With a bullet through his golden heart.
He squealed with pain.
Rolling around in the mud,
My poor friend, someone save him!
Trying hard not to cry.
My friend, held his arms out to me.
It was all over for him,
What would I do without him?
In a few seconds, he was gone.
I trudges through the think mud,
Still thinking about my friend.
I will dearly miss him.
He was a brave man.
R.I.P, we will all miss you…
WAR POEM By Daisy Bettesworth
I toss and turn In my sheets,
As the sun rises in the east,
My heart is pounding,
I know whats coming.
Today I will be shot,
By half-a-dozen beasts.
Two hours later, I’m being ties to a post,
I know that soon,
all that will be left is my ghost.
I know I’m a fool,
For disobeying the rules
But I can’t change my past.
Men are lining up infront of
me
Loading up thir guns,
I see them aiming at me,
All I want to do is flee,
And carry on life as normal.
I am blindfolded.
My mind starts to run through
my whole life,
All my memories flood into
my mind
Tears fall down my face
I know this is it,
I hear a shout, of a man
The guns are loaded,
Bang, Bang, Bang.
Thank you