Patriot’s Hell: poem by James Kavanagh

Photo by REX/Courtesy Everett Collection (3001762a) 'An Australian soldier carrying a wounded comrade during World War I.

Photo by REX/Courtesy Everett Collection (3001762a) 'An Australian soldier carrying a wounded comrade during World War I.

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Patriot’s Hell

I have turned hollow,

Mankind will slowly age,

Among the trees of sorrow,

I will slowly turn the page.

Running through the sand,

Bombs whistling left and right,

Having to follow command,

I have to stand and fight.

Shots flying all around,

Some people falling with no head,

I soon follow without a sound,

“Am I really dead?”

I wake up in a bed,

The shot went deep,

I should be dead,

I should be asleep.

I have turned hollow,

Among the trees of sorrow.

By James Kavanagh (14)

Burnley