2d
What a waste
Of a dream one night
Of army boy just taking flight
What a waste
Of an innocent soul
Of a life so unkind, so cruel and oh
What a waste
Of a broken baby in a trench
Of an old crib sitting on a bench
What a waste
Of a million tears
Tears ejected in bullets from some long unforgiving gun
What a waste
Of a weapon not meant for little boys
Of a billion good lads and one bad man
What a waste
Of a body in the dirt
Rotting on the ground in all the hurt
What a waste
Of a hopeful child
Of a life that might have changed the world
Of an army dreamer with a body of paper and a heart of diamonds
Of a little boy with So much to give but even more to lose
What a waste of a life
Of a dream one night
Of army boy just taking flight
What a waste
Of an innocent soul
Of a life so unkind, so cruel and oh
What a waste
Of a broken baby in a trench
Of an old crib sitting on a bench
What a waste
Of a million tears
Tears ejected in bullets from some long unforgiving gun
What a waste
Of a weapon not meant for little boys
Of a billion good lads and one bad man
What a waste
Of a body in the dirt
Rotting on the ground in all the hurt
What a waste
Of a hopeful child
Of a life that might have changed the world
Of an army dreamer with a body of paper and a heart of diamonds
Of a little boy with So much to give but even more to lose
What a waste of a life
I created this poem to capture the many lives lost in the wars. It especially commemorates the younger recruits that joined the army, often without knowing the severity of what they would have to go through. I used the repeated use of the phrase ‘what a waste’ to highlight the lives that were taken, the childhoods cut short, and the bodies that never made it home. I hope you enjoy reading it and feel free to give constructive criticism in the comments section.
(13/F/UK)
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