BlameThePixel!

This is a poem I wrote the other day. Can you guess what it's about? (Not that hard eh...)

Give them back their soul,
Stolen words and stories told,
Flying bombs, people dying,
The death toll is multiplying.

Chaos mixed with anarchy,
Thousands stay, millions flee.
Real battle, final fight,
Burn it in the firelight.

Watch the killing, all lay dead,
Burning with regret and dread,
Bodies laying oh so cold,
Each with stories, never told.

And if I was to ever find,
A single one, left behind,
Dying on the cold dust floor
Knocking hard on hells cold door.

I lay with him on that red day,
The ringing bullets fade away,
In his chest, a bullet hole,
So does the gunfire take its toll.

Bleeding hands and struggled breath,
A fighting man’s fighting death,
And his last words, uttered to me,
“A point in war, I cannot see…�

Is it about Iraq war or about all wars in general?

All wars in general.

I'd clap, but you wouldn't hear.

You're new, so your mistake is very understandable...thing is Toasty, it is very much frowned upon to post in old threads like this. If you look in the bottom left corner of the post above yours you'll see the last post here was over a year ago...reviving such old threads is a no-no. Like I said, it was an understandable mistake...just try and be a bit more careful in future, that's all.

And welcome to BTP by the way.

No EvilWeevil. What we say to people like Toast is:

GTFO

We do? Since when?

The question isnt since. Its before.

Before we realised that being selective about every newbie that came here was doing know good for the state of the forums.

Nice poem, btw.

Something about the phrasing there doesn't quite make sense to me. And does GTFO stand for Get The Fuck Out or something? Or does it mean something nice? (fat chance)

It's the nicest way to tell someone that they're beautiful.

Shaddup you.