Patrick's WW1 poetry

This week, we took inspiration from Wilfred Owen's Dulce et Decorum Est poem. After studying the poem, we wrote our own versions.

Here is Patrick's from 6D:

One more war

Crossed over uncomfortably

Howling like wolves

In pain and sorrowfully,

The soldiers try to

Convince the leader

To be let go but no

The menacing men march

Through the sludge as  

 The sun passes by.

Only darkness only shadows.

The soulless soldiers suffered

With sacks strapped to their

Pain full backs.

Toxic gas! Toxic air! Toxic everywhere

Reload! Reload! Quick…

And fast.

All crumbling and

Dropping like flies!

Soon they start to question themselves.

“Why oh why do we do these

Things?”

They ran to the trench to try

And avoid the swarm of gas.

Screaming like kids

Playing in a field

Full of death.

No way! No way!

How can this be.

The trenches are full of

!RED!

A sorrow, dead body.

Dead human flesh decays

Before your very eyes.

Hear the scream inside your head!

!The destruction is true!