a poem

current location: my room
current mood: amused
current song: a song I don't know the name of and it's really bugging me
I would like to present, from the moste famous and wonderouse poetesses Tabitha "the smart one who should take Writer's Craft" and Eva "the one who's actually taking Writer's Craft" ...
The Ballad of the One
The year was nineteen-seventeen,
The year of World War One.
Men wanted to fight for their Queen;
To be a loyal son.
Off to breathtaking
Excited and with guns.
A victory they hope to sow,
All except for the One.
While others cheered and called “let’s go!”
The One asked, “who are we?
What will we really have to show?
Will we really be free?”
All too soon the battle cry came,
The men ran out to fight.
Their bodies seemed to be aflame,
But their screams were far from bright.
Ahead of them machine guns whirred,
Tearing apart the sky.
Of the terrible noises heard,
Worst was screaming Goodbye.
From the left comes the One’s worst fear:
Three enemy soldiers.
What he must do is written clear:
Shots break the air three times.
The One can’t breathe; he killed three men.
These lives will not exist.
He wishes he could start again.
He wishes he had missed.
Back at home base, the men all cry,
But in celebration.
The One weeps, his own reply,
But in devastation.
While they did what they came to do,
Canadian deaths were
Ten thousand, six hundred and two.
The One lost faith for sure.
How's that for a war ballad? Much of the credit goes to Tab, as she made up all the good lines and stopped me from trying to put in an unmentionable line about green polyester.










