20 000 boys
Recalled the music they should have been hearing on the radio
The vanilla fragrance of the girl they should have been dating
The thick duvet hug of their mother


20 000 dreams
Of a roaring sea of fans chanting their name
Or pattering feet greeting them
“Daddy’s home”


20 000 families
Ignored the vacant place at the dinner table
The absence of Friday night’s whiff of aftershave
Pretended they enjoyed breakfast without him their to burn the toast

20 000 boys climbed over the top
Choking of a dense smoke of fear
Knowing they were going to die

20 000 dreams shattered
Fine wine glasses falling to a ceramic floor

20 000 families forever incomplete

 No Land gained
No dictator overthrown
But page twenty-three of our history book is filled
GCSE History Specification C is set.

Without knowing their families,
Their dreams, their names
For a term we care about the 20 000.

 But then A Level starts
The thought of the 20 000 fades
No longer needed

 This year we’re learning about
World War Two

Starlingpoet   Starlingpoet wrote
on 8/11/2009 1:45:24 PM
This is a very well written piece. The first stanza is my favorite ~very powerful~ it grabs you and keeps you reading until the end. Thanks for sharing.

vwhitlock   vwhitlock wrote
on 10/16/2008 7:08:24 PM
Loved the repetition of the number of casualties. Brings home the enormity of the loss! Well done!

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A poem about the futility of war really incidentally 20 000 is the number of solidiers who died on the first day of the battle of the somme in the first world war (also i think ive used soem english terms that soem people might not know so term=semester GCSE=exams you take at sixteen and A level= exams ou take at 18)
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