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The Missile Poem
Tears leak from the perforations of my cold exterior,
As the site of my final destination becomes nearer and nearer,
Over that last mountain will be my triumph and glory,
The attainment of which will curtail many a story.
I have been trusted to hurt the enemies of my beautiful nation,
To achieve revenge against their beliefs and subordination,
The consequences of their actions will soon be clear,
Screams of terror to be met by whoops and cheers.
I was brought into this world by men who harboured fear and suspicion,
To be reared in a nursery run by soldiers and physicians,
Me and my brothers and sisters are the weapons of peace,
Our objective is to make the number of our enemies decrease.
Only fleeting success will emerge when I crash,
Two heads of anger and revenge will grow from the ash,
Fluttering tongues instead of raining bombs will protect people,
An end to the conveyor belt of coffins beneath church steeples.
My mapped bulls-eye looms ahead; I am the kamikaze,
I fail to understand how people can kill so easily,
A bloodstained lie roams in my wires before I die,
[/font]Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori[/font][/font]
Published 29th Dec 2009
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15th Jul 2011 10:26pm
I have read Wilfred Owen's Dulce et decorum est poem, that is the one you are echoing right? Anyway, I think you have done a great job at putting a modern spin on it, and the way you personified the Missile really echoes Wilfred Owen's style.
10th Aug 2011 9:56pm
It kept shooting images in my head of the incidents described in the poem.
great narrative which touches the boundaries of prose than poetry.
either ways it's a magnificent poem
great narrative which touches the boundaries of prose than poetry.
either ways it's a magnificent poem
