A simple little poem about our soldiers that just spilled out

[shadowknows69]

Thoughts? Critiques? Please don't move to the lounge.

Empty Casings

The guns are made by the craftsmen.
The triggers pulled by fools.
Empty casings scattered on the ground
Collected and reused.

Loaded into freedom’s rifle
Fired at the terror kings
Killing but not defeating
Only screams when freedom rings

Pack the powder tighter lads
So the shells fly straight and true
You’ll have the occasional backfire
Just something that guns will do.

So gather the empty casings
Reload the ones we can keep.
“Freedom” isn’t free
But at least the bullets are cheap.

Hopefully, obviously meant to be taken with a cynical ear.

[shadowknows69]

1. Poetry hurts to write sometimes

one kick to share my pain.

[shadowknows69]

2. One more kick

for the night crowd.

[QuestionAll...]

3. good job. nt

[Suich]

4. Sad, but true.

:cry:

[Prophet 451]

5. It's actually rather good

The cynicism of it reminds me a little of Kipling's wartime verse.