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    I wrote this poem whenever I was feeling melancholy and I finally finished it. Please tell me what you think of it:

    The drums of war were beating,
    Last hopes of peace were dashed,
    And as pfc Jones sat in his tank,
    He wondered where it all went bad.

    In the lonely desert,
    He thought of home
    His mom, his pop, his siblings too
    And his steady girl he left alone

    He stood on guard,
    His thoughts running free
    On the radio came voices,
    He knew what it would be

    All units, this is the commander
    Begin, proceed, weapons are free
    We’re doing this one for the oppressed,
    For Truth, Justice and Liberty.

    As the behemoths surged forward
    In one single line
    He manned his gun
    All thoughts banned from his mind

    Than new thoughts appeared
    He knew what they’d be
    His thought process at this moment
    Was all about the enemy

    How would they come?
    Would they come at all?
    How many would show?
    Then he heard the tank commanders call:

    Tankers Ahead!
    We’ve been spotted!
    Get those SOB’s
    Before they report it!

    The Loader yelled “Up!”
    “On the waaay!” Jones called and fired!
    The first shot of the war
    Resulted in a flaming pyre

    Quick look around,
    The other enemy tanks were gone.
    The first battle of the war
    Had just been fought and won.

    Jones felt no glory,
    Nor a wrench of pain,
    There was a battle being fought,
    And Objectives to be gained.

    Over the radio net,
    Voices once again
    Beware men, our scouts report
    Ahead rough terrain.

    The enemy is not dumb,
    He knows the land well
    There’s gonna be an ambush there
    Let’s go give ‘em Hell!

    The Behemoths kept coming,
    Troops at the ready
    “I’ve got a target!
    Armored vehicle, looks heavy!”

    “Don’t get bogged down!”
    “Fire at will!”
    The drivers maneuvered wildly
    As gunners went for the kill

    The picture got clearer,
    And through his gunners sight
    Jones could see what looked like
    The entire enemy’s might.

    Rows of vehicles
    Tanks and APC’s
    This battle was going to be tough and hard
    Surely not a breeze.

    The fought long and hard,
    The tank rounds flying
    Gunners on both sides scoring hits,
    People on both sides dying.

    A couple hours later
    The result was clear:
    The enemy was vanquished,
    The end of the battle was near

    Word over the radio
    Was great indeed
    For every single armored force
    Their Objective did achieve

    Casualties were high,
    But tears were not shed
    For the mission was not over,
    There was more ahead.

    As they moved into the town
    And took up their positions
    The people of the town came running out
    With cups and juice in pitchers.

    To greet their saviors
    The heroic fighters.
    Cigarettes were passed around as they
    Shook hands and passed around lighters.

    Out of the crowd
    Came an orphan child
    Who for years had no chance
    Nor desire to smile

    But as she went up to Jones
    With a flower in her hand
    There was a smile on her face
    And it seemed to light the land.

    And so the battle was over
    The people were free
    Released from their rulers evil hand
    Finally rid of that evil Tyranny.

    Jones felt good inside
    Better than he felt in years
    Knowing that because of him
    This girl would cry no more sorrowful tears.
    Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.

    Abusing Yellow is meant to be a labor of love, not something you sell to the highest bidder.

  • #2
    How long did it take you to write this?

    It's good enough to copyright, if you want. If not then enough people know it's your poem by now, that would make any thief wish he was in court.


    • #3
      Excellent poem bigross.
      Facts to a liberal is like Kryptonite to Superman.

      -- Larry Elder


      • #4
        Awsome Poem!!!!


        • #5
          Alot of emotions, almost machine gunning the reader with it.


          • #6
            Great poem.


            • #7
              Thankx alot dudes. I've got plenty more, since mainly I write for the fun. My average poem/song writing time is just over 5 minutes, but I put a serious amount of effort in this one.
              Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup.

              Abusing Yellow is meant to be a labor of love, not something you sell to the highest bidder.


              • #8
                Amazing, thanks for sharing.
                No man is free until all men are free - John Hossack
                I agree completely with this Administration’s goal of a regime change in Iraq-John Kerry
                even if that enforcement is mostly at the hands of the United States, a right we retain even if the Security Council fails to act-John Kerry
                He may even miscalculate and slide these weapons off to terrorist groups to invite them to be a surrogate to use them against the United States. It’s the miscalculation that poses the greatest threat-John Kerry


                • #9
                  i've said it on the other and will say it again great poem :Beer :clap:
                  two wrongs dont make a right but three wrongs do. ;D

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                  • #10
                    nice poem, lots of emotions :cry