War poem - Eva

Whilst they scream and cry in pain,

I can’t help but feel the hesitation,

Who would want to die in such vain.

Should I really want to serve my nation.

This is no gungho  adventure,

All I crave is my safe haven.

It doesn’t have to be divine , I’ll happily accept the trencher.

Now as I stroke my beard, unshaven.

I finally make the ultimate decision,

To go over the top and die, sweet and glorious.

Does not compare to my true ambition,

Should my death really define me, Or shall I die notorious

Why should I fear a pathetic feather,

When the real cowards have are the ones convinced,

That watching a mate die is not any stranger

Than going for a stroll. we all fled unbeknownst,

Should I really give them the justice, add another notch too their belt.

I would hope my farewell would be in my cot, or in a comfortably uncomfortable hospital bed,

I can’t live with a death sentence hanging over my head,

So If deserve to go to hell for not doing what you say,

How would you defend your case.