Splinky
21-09-2006, 02:38 PM
The Gassed Memory
If you could see, behind the lens
The misty green fog is still hanging
He’s dead to the world, glad maybe,
The bombs behind still banging
He’s blind to the world
Unaware of the flash, click and
Bangs of the shells on no mans land
What a perfect exposure,
In the light of the flame
I’m here to give him a name.
Who’s the man behind the mask?
I take it off to click I am ready
But then he caught me unsteady.
I wish I could erase the memory
Imprinted upon my mind
He’s dead to the world, glad maybe,
The banging has stopped behind.
We are doing war poetry in English and I wrote this and I am extraaa proud!
If you could see, behind the lens
The misty green fog is still hanging
He’s dead to the world, glad maybe,
The bombs behind still banging
He’s blind to the world
Unaware of the flash, click and
Bangs of the shells on no mans land
What a perfect exposure,
In the light of the flame
I’m here to give him a name.
Who’s the man behind the mask?
I take it off to click I am ready
But then he caught me unsteady.
I wish I could erase the memory
Imprinted upon my mind
He’s dead to the world, glad maybe,
The banging has stopped behind.
We are doing war poetry in English and I wrote this and I am extraaa proud!