ok , i`ll try to , but i mean common , it`s a poem thread it deserves no more words
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i just found this horowe posted it
We, the lost generation
We, the lost generation; a people thrown into war,
Leaving many wounded, dead, hungry and poor.
Cries go unheeded. Prayers go unanswered.
It’s as if… we’ve all been abandoned…
Is our desolate existence meaningless?
Does God consider us feeling less?
Does God see us suffering endlessly?
Battlefields.. Covered in the blood of our kin.
A soldier leaving home, never to return again.
He wears the colors of his country proudly, marching off to war,
A figurehead tells him to, one he’s never seen before.
He doesn’t care, he just wants to protect and to serve,
His mother kisses him goodbye, a feeling no one on this earth deserves.
Not knowing when or if he’ll be back home,
The soldier marches into conditions unknown.
He lay in the trench, deep in his thought.
Thoughts of whether he’d survive or not.
He couldn’t think about it anymore,
Tears streamed from his cheeks onto the floor,
He was too young for this, too young for war.
His rifle in his hands, he charged the line.
Running into No Man’s land, not looking back.
He raised his rifle, aimed for his attack.
He pulled the trigger, his hands shaking uncontrollably.
He missed his target, and fell to the ground.
He hit the dirt, drowned out by the noise all around.
He screamed in pain. He writhed in agony.
He cursed his country, he cursed his God.
He cursed the war that had no cause.
His muscles began to relax, his eyes began to close.
He couldn’t see anymore.
His blood gushed onto the floor.
He was too young to die, too young for war.
He was just a soldier, it was his job,
To clean the mess, caused by some political slob.
His life had ended before it had begun.
We, the lost generation. A people torn by war.
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Damn , i saved this topic!