writing Duty Calls

[The Stranger 812]

This is a poem that was requested by a friend of mine who calls himself Red. It didn't come out exactly how I wanted it to and I wasn't planning on writing a poem about war but It still came out pretty good.

Any feedback is appreciated.

 

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Born into the light full of awe and fright,

your life begins with fury and might.

Your life has worth your father said,

he raised you up without worry or dread.

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You’ve come of age, an adult you are,

your time has come, you will go far.

Duty calls to take up arms,

you march to war with fear and alarm.

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The horror of war rattles your soul,

you march across the field as fear takes its toll.

As bombs go off you’re filled with fright,

you wish to run but you must stand and fight.

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Injury takes you as you fall to the ground,

Without a scream without a sound.

You wake up at home within your childhood bed,

wrapped in bandages around your arms and your head.

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“What happened to me?” you ask out loud.

“You survived the war,” replied your father delighted and proud.

Your father was there beside your bed,

He was happy to see you as he caressed your head.

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You came home alive and well,

from this point on you’ll have a story to tell.

The war you survived and the lives you protected,

you will always be remembered by the lives you’ve affected.