#generals - Hello Poetry

Little Toy Soldiers going off to war None will ever live to see age twenty four None of them even know what they're fighting for Little Toy Soldiers going off to war The world has always been this way With Emperors and Kings Fighting with toy soldiers And the glory that it brings Land, beliefs, religion The basis of the war fought by young toy soldiers Who all die by the score Time has taught us nothing But, it's changed the way we fight War is a full day job Now that it is fought at night The boards of little armies Are now shown up on the screen With all the little soldiers Lit in different shades of green They used to be all metal Painted up in nice bright shades With a General on horseback Leading all his smart brigades Then, the men were plastic glued to bits of wood Behaving as a unit Just like a soldier should Now, the war is different They're up there in different hues You can watch them fight in real time Just like on the nightly news The only thing remaining The thing that's stayed the same Is that nobody in power Know the Little Soldiers names Little Toy Soldiers going off to war None will ever live to see age twenty four None of them even know what they're fighting for Little Toy Soldiers going off to war

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May 23, 2016

May 23, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC

roger-turner

Little Toy Soldiers

Little Toy Soldiers going off to war None will ever live to see age twenty four None of them even know what they're fighting for Little Toy Soldiers going off to war The world has always been this way With Emperors and Kings Fighting with toy soldiers And the glory that it brings Land, beliefs, religion The basis of the war fought by young toy soldiers Who all die by the score Time has taught us nothing But, it's changed the way we fight War is a full day job Now that it is fought at night The boards of little armies Are now shown up on the screen With all the little soldiers Lit in different shades of green They used to be all metal Painted up in nice bright shades With a General on horseback Leading all his smart brigades Then, the men were plastic glued to bits of wood Behaving as a unit Just like a soldier should Now, the war is different They're up there in different hues You can watch them fight in real time Just like on the nightly news The only thing remaining The thing that's stayed the same Is that nobody in power Know the Little Soldiers names Little Toy Soldiers going off to war None will ever live to see age twenty four None of them even know what they're fighting for Little Toy Soldiers going off to war

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Expect no pity as you fall and fall Weighed down by the medals you gave yourselves Through your closed loops of self-congratulation In your officers’ clubs and private planes You led us from the sky and from the rear Secure in air-conditioned bunkers sealed Against pollution by heat and dust and rot And the uncollected bodies of the dead Expect no pity as you fall and fall Weighed down by your accumulated wealth Through your closed loops of self-congratulation In boardrooms and governments and private planes You sacrificed us for your resumes - You’re out of single-malt; now go away

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Dec 19, 2018

Dec 19, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

The Gotterdammerung of Lesser Gods

Expect no pity as you fall and fall Weighed down by the medals you gave yourselves Through your closed loops of self-congratulation In your officers’ clubs and private planes You led us from the sky and from the rear Secure in air-conditioned bunkers sealed Against pollution by heat and dust and rot And the uncollected bodies of the dead Expect no pity as you fall and fall Weighed down by your accumulated wealth Through your closed loops of self-congratulation In boardrooms and governments and private planes You sacrificed us for your resumes - You’re out of single-malt; now go away

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How can we do it? We line all our men up in straight lines we make them walk through three foot of mud and mines towards positioned machine guns through fields off lead. How many men can we **** in four and a quarter years? Ready steady go!

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Aug 4, 2014

Aug 4, 2014 at 6:17 PM UTC

james-trm-milligan

WWI High Command - 4.8.1914

How can we do it? We line all our men up in straight lines we make them walk through three foot of mud and mines towards positioned machine guns through fields off lead. How many men can we **** in four and a quarter years? Ready steady go!

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Soldiers decide when/death fight **** war shoot live die/while generals hide

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Dec 29, 2021

Dec 29, 2021 at 7:55 PM UTC

nickarmbrister

war haiku

Soldiers decide when/death fight **** war shoot live die/while generals hide

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Some grey hurdle in your empire- building poured an oaken drink and asked you what’s the endgame, peeking out to see rose death, spread shameless ‘midst the masses, boulder-swept, alive with anguish. Feel the days press on, your causes, cookie reasons, fill with fortunes folded by men no-percent alive. You dopes demand our castles, greasy chips smear eb’ny heads on which would rain your landing – Guess who’s strong. Guess who is tempered, battle-evened error modes of robed dictators, falsehood-seeking tenets of demise, long-startled, dancing over scrapped-together rinds of valor. Robed in beech dissent like quibbles: do we spill blood best from jugular or vena cava? Millions distant, dead. How do you like ‘em? Force inspires romance never shallow, hoisted up the pole. Fireworks like grape shells starring every goal: this cycle brought to you by bombs & stripes that started from discussions, oaken drinks in quiet chambers, warm and dry from toes to anguish on your aura, glory getting by.

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Nov 21, 2025

Nov 21, 2025 at 4:29 PM UTC

rausmend

The War Room

Some grey hurdle in your empire- building poured an oaken drink and asked you what’s the endgame, peeking out to see rose death, spread shameless ‘midst the masses, boulder-swept, alive with anguish. Feel the days press on, your causes, cookie reasons, fill with fortunes folded by men no-percent alive. You dopes demand our castles, greasy chips smear eb’ny heads on which would rain your landing – Guess who’s strong. Guess who is tempered, battle-evened error modes of robed dictators, falsehood-seeking tenets of demise, long-startled, dancing over scrapped-together rinds of valor. Robed in beech dissent like quibbles: do we spill blood best from jugular or vena cava? Millions distant, dead. How do you like ‘em? Force inspires romance never shallow, hoisted up the pole. Fireworks like grape shells starring every goal: this cycle brought to you by bombs & stripes that started from discussions, oaken drinks in quiet chambers, warm and dry from toes to anguish on your aura, glory getting by.

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