Jagna

A Dream of Glory

Eyes longing for home,

Cough of cold, mud soaked foot,

uneasy silence fills the air, ready for fire.

It never comes.

Trudge back, silence ringing in my the ears,

Of soldiers, hoping it was home we were going to,

Half asleep, the sound of falling bombs wakes me,

There isn't any

A prick, a chill as blood stains bare feet,

Vision goes black, nearly there just a few more limping steps,

hearing leaves, replaced by the sound of ringing,

The sound of whistling,

Run faster.

Gas! Gas! quickly i reach for my mask,

Just in time,

Someone didn’t manage

I hear as their pained screams fill the air,

Helpless i stand,

But they must be left behind ,

There is no time for anguished shrieks

My vision obscured by thick green mist,

As dark figure stumbles, clawing at its eyes

It stumbles towards me its life sucked out

Helpless, i have to keep going

The body taken away, thrown on to a bloody cart

He lets out a scream of pain

Eye sockets nearly empty,

Mouth open, mid scream

Interrupted by a wet cough,

His last breaths stifled with blood,

A horrid gurgling, silenced by the clomping of horses,

The body bubbles, tar spills out,

His tongue boils,

And all those who spread the story,

Of young boys coming back from war,

all those who spread the story,

The old lie

A dream of glory