05-09-2013, 12:16 AM
The Soldier
You want the truth about soldiers now,
well here it is, what, where, when and how.
Standing on the front line in uniform,
weather making no difference sunshine or storm.
With gun upon their back and hat upon their head,
any second at all they could end up dead.
They are fighting for your kids, they are fighting for your wife,
they are fighting for our country, they fighting for their life.
Many of them are only sixteen,
and fight for our country and queen.
Each one standing strong and brave,
not knowing if they will be ending up in a grave.
Their best friends legs, been blown off across the floor,
and the'll be the one to knock on their family's door.
They have to face it and their only choice is live or die,
no time to question your decision of what you did, or why.
When remembrance day comes around,
you see poppies laid upon the ground,
and for just one minute, you don't make a single sound,
as we remember all those soldiers underground.
I not brilliant at punctuation or at spelling but i am really trying as i would love to pursue poem writing and am wanting feedback so I can get better at what i write please leave honest feedback thank you
You want the truth about soldiers now,
well here it is, what, where, when and how.
Standing on the front line in uniform,
weather making no difference sunshine or storm.
With gun upon their back and hat upon their head,
any second at all they could end up dead.
They are fighting for your kids, they are fighting for your wife,
they are fighting for our country, they fighting for their life.
Many of them are only sixteen,
and fight for our country and queen.
Each one standing strong and brave,
not knowing if they will be ending up in a grave.
Their best friends legs, been blown off across the floor,
and the'll be the one to knock on their family's door.
They have to face it and their only choice is live or die,
no time to question your decision of what you did, or why.
When remembrance day comes around,
you see poppies laid upon the ground,
and for just one minute, you don't make a single sound,
as we remember all those soldiers underground.
I not brilliant at punctuation or at spelling but i am really trying as i would love to pursue poem writing and am wanting feedback so I can get better at what i write please leave honest feedback thank you