the lastwatch slumped over the tower
lowershouted the U-boat captain
Wait WaitFIRE!
Thedreaded white wash speed towards the ship
Torpedo!Torpedo!
The shoutsof doom.
"Fullaback on all engines"
was theshout of reason in the panic
And yetthis was to late
for thefates on these souls
was sealedas tight as a tin can
Boom!
Like aguardsman on a drum
the beastof doom hit
debrisflew like a flock of startled birds
only toplummet back to the ground
as fallingcoffin nails for the poor souls onboard
the chorusof the dying and wounded
filled theair like the bawl of an infant without it's mother
those leftjumped into their cold,oily graves
or made itto rafts
waiting tobe rescued only
to bepatched up and put on
to anothervessel of suffering
waiting tosee whether they will be so lucky
to see thefamiliar sight of their home dock again
or end upat the gates of judgement
awaitingfor their fates
all thewhile the news at home can not
tell thestories of these yellow macintosh wearing hero's
only ableto list the dead and give hope to the families of the living
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untold voices- an anthology of poems by SP
PoetryThis is a collection of war poems written entirely by me. It intends to show the forgotten yet important voices of war.
