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Trench
*Content Warning*
Mass violence
Trench
Written by Kelly Ann Wilson
We once sent our children
On boats across a sea
And we called them soldiers
When they were barely 18
There was one Great War
And then there were two
We said never again
Lest we forget what we knew
They might look different now
In sneakers and backpacks
But those are the uniforms
They wear down in their trench
Shouldn't we know better now
Looking back
That their childhood innocence
Is ours to protect
In 100 years
What will they say of who we were
That three kids were killed at their desks
Today on this earth
Written March 27, 2023
© 2023 Kelly Ann Wilson
About This Poem
Last Few Words: I wrote this poem on the day of a mass shooting in Nashville, Tennessee. Read my writer's blog at https://kwilsonarts.wordpress.com/
Style/Type: Structured: Western
Review Request Intensity: Please use care (this is a sensitive subject for me, do not critique harshly)
Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft
Comments
neopoet
2 years 2 months ago
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Geezer
2 years 2 months ago
Your poem...
is one of many stories that have been written about the horrific incidents that have occurred around the United States, not only in schools, but in places normally thought of as safe, grocery stores, parades, and celebrations. You have touched upon
the idea that we are sending these children off to war unprepared. Indeed, what are we to say a hundred years from now, when we are asked why, how did this happen? I'm not sure that we will have an answer. I see nothing that I would change here. I feel that you have written a good, solid poem about a social problem that we must come to grips with very soon. Welcome to Neo. ~ Geezer.
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Lavender
2 years 1 month ago
Trench
Hello, Kelly Ann,
From your strong title to your last word, your candid poem speaks volumes. Thank you for this.
Welcome to Neopoet.
Lavender