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Poetry from within
   

Silence on the battlefield


Deep within the battlefield



When the guns ceased to roar



A lonely soldier stood in silence



And couldn’t take no more





His nerves were all shattered



His face was ashen white



No more strength to carry on



He had lost the will to fight





He fell down upon his knees



And looked up to the sky



Please help me I am frightened



I do not want to die





I have seen so many things



A young man shouldn’t see



I have these terrible dreams



One day it will happen to me





Then in the midst of battle



The lonely soldier fell



He was mortally wounded



Shrapnel from a shell





These were his last words spoken



I feel no pain or sorrow



As a soldier I did my best



For a world of peace tomorrow


Malcolm G Bradshaw