Continuous
Over and over again
Not wanting to join
So unlucky when your name is
Called either
R.I.P , join or
Into prison you will go, a
Place you would not want
To go, just
Inside, locked behind cells
Only the walls to talk to and
Not
a friend in sightBy Revival
Stood up for what he believed
In. Even though they would
Laugh
And call him a coward. But he
Still stood tall with his head held high.
By Ezekiel
By Ezekiel
By Veronica |
Terror
Racing through
Every vein. Trying
Not to
Create noise.
Hearing
Every
Shot and every cry for help!
By Ebony
By Samantha |
hi there - My Grandad would have loved the fact that you wrote a poem about him! Thank you. I don't think it was ever likely that he would have been imprisoned tho - I think he was quite matter of fact about having to carry a stretcher, although he certainly knew the risk. PS I'm going to post a link to your poem on my FB page (RLStedman), hope that's ok... Thanks again
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