Thursday, 23 January 2020

war poems

Numbers Game
The system of metrics really sucked
Such was Army life
Each man just a number
Just like his boots or rifle

Or number of bullets he was given
The army was a number
Numbered soldiers and weapons
To do a job of killing the enemy
In bigger numbers than he did to us

The army was a numbers game
We are just a metrical number
A serial numbered soldier
All a numbers game

Like the war contracts
Profit in wartime
Just numbers
We a number



Missiles made profit/Make us strong and rich like God/Our enemy fires back



Tank squeaks heavy tracks/Fifty tons of death killing you/See you in heaven

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