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>> No.20434513 [View]
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Hey bros, I don`t know if it belongs in this thread, but I wrote a poem for the first time. Would appreciate a r8.
It is set from the perspective of an American M1 Abrams tank crewman fighting in an escalation of the Russo-Ukrainian war.

Title: "War isn`t all that Reddit said it would be"

There was supposed to be more pomp and flair,
White gloves and shined boots,
like the processions in D.C.,
Or dusty faces and screaming heroes,
like the war films on T.V.,
But at the tip of the spear,
the bhearna bhaoil*,
There was not mud,
nor stormclouds,
nor onslaught of hail,
And one two zero,
mils of power,
Were not so different from uncle`s rifle,
except for only,
a nation louder,
And with a flash of yellow,
it was just the same sharp bellow,
when a Russian hit their powder.

*the bhearna bhaoil = line from the Irish national anthem (I`m Irish), roughly translates as "the breech of battle"

>> No.20434448 [View]
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20434448

Sad that this thread is so dead. There should be a /poetry general/
Anyway, r8 my poem.
It is set from the perspective of an American M1 Abrams tank crewman engaged in an escalation of the Russo-Ukrainian War.
Title: "War isn`t all that Reddit said it would be"

There was supposed to be more pomp and flair,
White gloves and shined boots,
like the processions in D.C.,
Or dusty faces and screaming heroes,
like the war films on T.V.,
But at the tip of the spear,
the bhearna bhaoil*,
There was not mud,
nor stormclouds,
nor onslaught of hail,
And one two zero,
mils of power,
Were not so different from uncle`s rifle,
except for only,
a nation louder,
And with a flash of yellow,
it was just the same sharp bellow,
when a Russian hit their powder.

*the bhearna bhaoil = line from the Irish national anthem (I`m Irish), roughly translates as "the breech of battle"

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