blackdahliaxxx wrote:In unknown graves lie the dead
Died for their Countries so it's said
But most went to fight for their kids and wives
and for their moms and dads they gave their lives.
Only fools die for politicians
and to make money for those who sell munitions
For families at home men fight and die
leaving those at home to wonder why.
Shrapnel cuts through flesh and bones
from bombs dropped from unseen drones
Bullets and bayonets cut through young guys
who never will grow old or wise.
BD.
trini wrote:blackdahliaxxx wrote:In unknown graves lie the dead
Died for their Countries so it's said
But most went to fight for their kids and wives
and for their moms and dads they gave their lives.
Only fools die for politicians
and to make money for those who sell munitions
For families at home men fight and die
leaving those at home to wonder why.
Shrapnel cuts through flesh and bones
from bombs dropped from unseen drones
Bullets and bayonets cut through young guys
who never will grow old or wise.
BD.
Have to say blackdahlia, your not really the ass you pretend to be, that was quite striking and to the bone.
blackdahliaxxx wrote:In unknown graves lie the dead
Died for their Countries so it's said
But most went to fight for their kids and wives
and for their moms and dads they gave their lives.
Only fools die for politicians
and to make money for those who sell munitions
For families at home men fight and die
leaving those at home to wonder why.
Shrapnel cuts through flesh and bones
from bombs dropped from unseen drones
Bullets and bayonets cut through young guys
who never will grow old or wise.
BD.
Canary wrote:
Robert Herrick (1591 - 1674)
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today
To-morrow will be dying.
The glorious lamp of Heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run.
And nearer he's to setting
Canary wrote:OP, what's the anecdotes bit luv? What do you mean? Anyway here's another poem i like. The young girl at the start of the film (4 weddings & a funeral) died, sadly - IRL. She was a great actress.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
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